The Potato Eaters

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Lito Kalogianni




- I'm telling you, take.
- Wait… I haven't served the others.
- You're always serving me last.
- That's because you were born first.
- Mum, can I?
- After your father, my love
- Take, my little one.
- Why are you doing this?
- She's hungry
- I know, but this is no reason.
- The need is reason.
- What will the others say if they see her like this?
- They will not say anything.
- But they will think about it.
- Eat.
- You disgraced me.
- We are nothing but potato eaters.
- They are tasty!
- I'm still waiting…
- No one is pressuring us.
- Except time.
- It might be cold, but we have heat.
- I decided that the little one will go to school.
- To do what?
- She's our only treasure.
- And the house?
- It's our debts.
- And our land?
- It's our rent.
- Vincent is right.
- You old man deal with your…
- I'm still waiting for my coffee.
- It doesn't matter. You don't have anything else to do.
- The old man, as you say, is teaching the little one to read.
- That devil's invention.
- You should be mean to our ignorance.
- I know how to read mum.
- Shut up you idiot.
- Are you afraid that our dead neighbours might hear us?
- Enough.
- That's what we all say. The little one's going to school, period.
- By what right?
- We are poor, we might be idiots, but we won't die fools.
- In the church…
- Yes, I know. The pure ones.
- Exactly!
- I can't bear any more of this nonsense. Our daughter will not become like us.
- I'm begging you. Enough.
- Why are you crying mum?
- Don't worry.
- She will pee less.
- Aren't you ashamed, you nasty old man?
- But why? I made her read Fyodor's “Poor Folk”.
- Shut up all of you.
- You are all fishermen.
- I repeat it to you: we are nothing but potato eaters.
- One day men will speak of us.
- They can't be women.
- Our daughter will teach them…







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