Chapter 30 water cut off

It was a summer day a few years ago, in a village in eastern France, perhaps three or four years ago, in the afternoon.An employee of the waterworks came to the home and cut off the water supply.They are a class of people who are treated differently and differently from other people, that is, the water bills are in arrears.They lived in a disused train station—the high-speed train line passed through the area—that had been granted to them by the town.Men do odd jobs for some people in the town.They also presumably receive a little funding from the town government.They have two children, a four-year-old and a one-and-a-half-year-old.

In front of their house, not far away, is the place where the high-speed train railway line passes.They cannot afford to pay gas, electricity, water bills.They live in extreme poverty.So on this day someone came and cut off the running water in the old station where they lived.When someone came to see the woman, the woman just kept silent and said nothing.Her man is not at home.Only the backward woman with a four-year-old child and a one-and-a-half-year-old child.The employee was a man like all men.This person, let me call him the man who cuts off the water. He saw that it was a very hot summer, and he knew it, because he himself lived in such a summer. He also saw the half-year-old child.Someone gave him the order to cut off the water, and he did.He followed the schedule set by his job: cut off the water supply.He left the woman without water, unable to bathe the child, and deprived the child of water to drink.

That night, the woman and her husband took their two children to lie down on the tracks of the high-speed railway passing in front of the abandoned station.Together they were crushed to death by the train.Just walk a hundred meters.Lying on the rails.Tell the child to be quiet.Maybe even sing to lull the children to sleep. The train is said to have stopped at that time. This is that story. The waterworks employee had his say.He said he had come to cut off the water supply.He didn't say he saw the child, but the child was there, with the mother.He said she didn't assert herself, he said she didn't ask him to keep the water going, and that's all people know.

I took down the story written above, and suddenly I heard my own voice in it - she did nothing, she didn't defend herself - it was like this.One had to find out about it through the waterworks employee.Since she didn't ask him not to cut off the water, there was no reason for him not to cut off the water supply.Isn't that what has to be figured out?It's such a maddening story. I went on.Let me take a closer look.She didn't tell the employee of the water plant that she had two children, because he saw those two children, and she didn't say that the summer was hot, because he himself lived in the summer, the hot summer.So she let the man without water go.She was left alone with the two children for a while, and then she went to the village.She found a small hotel she knew.People don't know what she said to the hotel proprietress in the small hotel.What she said I don't know.I don't know if the proprietress said anything.She didn't talk about death.This is what people know.Maybe she told her about that, but she was going to kill herself, her two kids and her husband, and herself, she didn't say.

The reporter did not know what she had said to the proprietress of the small hotel, so there was no special report on this matter.According to the situation at the time of the "incident", my understanding is: after the woman decided to die in the family, she walked out of the house with two children. People don't know what her purpose is, but it must be to do something, say Something, what must be done must be said before death. In this place, I restored the blank and silent part of the story, that is, the period after the water was cut off and she came out of the small hotel, that is to say, I used this deep silence to develop into literature.It's this that pushes me forward; it's this that makes me cut into history, into the story, which otherwise would remain on the outside.She might have wanted to wait for her husband to come back and tell him the news of his decision to die.but.She went to the village, and went to the tavern in the town.

If the woman herself had an explanation, the story would not have caught my attention either.Christina Wellman, who couldn't even write a couple of sentences, thrilled me because, like this woman, she had that unfathomable intensity.There is an instinctive behavior which one might as well look into, which one can also ascribe to silence.It is difficult, and untrue, for a masculine behavior to be included in the silent silence, because a man cannot belong to the silent silence.In ancient times, in the distant past, for thousands of years, it was women who were silent.Therefore, literature belongs to women.The literature talks about them, or they engage in literature, are all women.

① Possibly another person in a news report similar to the one described here. So that woman, it's believed she didn't speak, because she never spoke, even though she should have.She probably didn't talk about her decision.No.She was supposed to say something in place of that, her decision, what she said was equivalent to that decision for her, and for everyone who knows the story .Maybe something was said about the heat.This is a word of divine nature. In such moments, language can reach the height of its most powerful force.Whatever she had said to the proprietress of the tavern, she had said it all.Saying all these four words, uttering these last words before death is enacted, is equivalent to the silence of these people for a lifetime.No one can grasp these words.

Such events happen every day in life, at the time of farewell, at the moment of death, at the time of suicide, but people just ignore it.Things that have been said, things that should have been warned before, are neglected and ignorant. The four of them lay down together on the railroad tracks of the high-speed train in front of the old station, and each of them held a child in their arms, waiting for the train to pass by.The water cut-off person has nothing to worry about. One more thing to add to the story of the man who cut off the water is that the woman—some say backward—had a little understanding of that kind of decisive disposal: this is what she never could, and she never could have relied on anything in the past. Someone can rescue her and her family from the predicament.She has been abandoned by everyone, by the whole society.There is only one thing left for her, a dead end.She knows this.It was a terrible knowledge, very serious, very deep, and she had it.So even if this woman is said to be ignorant and backward, after she committed suicide, if someone still talks about her, then it should review what people have not done.

Here, I can't help thinking of her coming again, and it will undoubtedly be the last time.I want to say her name, but I don't know it. The matter is over. In the hours before death, in the heat of summer, a child thirsty for a drink of refreshing cold water, and the backward and ignorant young mother waiting for the time to come, wandering around in circles, all this cannot be erased from the mind. dropped.