Blood from the Sky
Piotr Rawicz
1961
The only garden left in our walled-up town was the old cemetery, whose earliest graves dated back to the thirteenth century. It was densely overgrown. Picking one’s way to its remoter corners meant battling through whole armies of ferns and weeds. One advanced like a diver among the plants on the seabed. In the old days, around the tombstones of…
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