The Puppeteer's diary ~ 3 ~
While they've left somewhere, I've got into my own house like a thief. Wanted to remember the past for a short while. And what can I see? Peeling off plaster, dust and desolation. If you could see it, you would be terrified. They occupy two rooms, and don't even look into the others. I didn't cross the threshold to avoid leaving traces on the perennial layer of dust. Home, poor home... These walls have much to remember. Mum... Father, brother, girl-friend... Where are you? I've remained alone. And those who are guilty of it are going to pay. But later. It's yet too early, I'm not quite prepared...
