Korniss Péter - Erdős Virág: Courtyards - Our Budapest (Budapest, 1993)
That night the chimney flew away, and soot snowed from the sky like confetti. 1 still see myself with arms folded in a pretzel, my green bouclé girlcoat lean back thoughtfully on the rickety garden bench, somewhere a wall clock is walking about, all’s silent save for the rustle of the tinfoil, a Santaclaus throwing himself from the second floor, the doorknob knocks at the gate, death eats spoonfuls of stewed cherries on the corridor, the pendulum omits a beat in the clock, a two-wheeled griffin abruptly lifts me with my rickety bench to the sky, cherry stones explode, I still hear them bounce on the ceramic pavement, I still see the house crouch over the yard - The projector runs over, the film has run out. and though the last scene is always missing in the end, the rest is easy to see again and again a hundred times, how that night the chimney flew, how soot like confetti snowed from the sky while I sat with folded arms on the rickety bench, with ticking clocks around and the tinfoil rustling, how griffins flew overhead It was Christmas eve Death ate stewed cherries from a glass bowl 1 still see myself over the roofs with my green hair fluttering in the winds like tinsel. 34
