Buy, buy dear neighbors, buy this piece of earth. Cheap! You will build yourselves a house here, dig a well, and under the window a garden will bloom, no ghost will come to haunt your place. My mother won't return from the gas chamber, nor will her grandchildren appear. Nor will I ever again be here with my tear. I only take a stone – it used to feel my mother's feet. In foreign, wanderer nights it may pillow me asleep. Translated by Aaron Kramer
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