I sit on the shoulder of the road.
The driver is changing the tires.
I don’t like it where I come from.
I don’t like it where I’m going.
Why do I watch the changing of tires with impatience?
From the essay – AN UNPLEASANT CHARMER in:
The Sheep From the Goats
(Translation was Simon’s)
The essay was a review of:
Brecht: A Biography