It was a hot, humid evening, the trees in the
garden were wrapped in a damp vapor, and the stars
seemed immersed in dirty cotton wool. Esther Dehpour was sitting
on the wooden veranda with her old grandfather in Lavasan.
Mr. Dehpour said: “Everyone is a stranger to one another.
Even the stars in heaven are alien to one another.”
Moths and mosquitoes congregated around the light on the veranda.
In the distance, from the direction of the hills, orchards
and vineyards, a desperate jackal howled. Crickets, frogs and sprinklers
chirped agreeably as if in response to the distant jackal.
Paraphrases from the novel Scenes from Village Life by Amos Oz.