Cell 8
“Half an hour more, then dock, town, home.
John looked out of the plastic porthole. The enormous ferry glided slowly down the channel, at no more than a few knots—the waves formed by the metal prow as soft as from any small boat.
It had been a long night. He was tired, had gone to bed sometime after four, but hadn’t been able to sleep. That’s the way it was sometimes, when what was happening now became confused with what had happened back then. His eyes were aching, his head was aching, his whol...e damn body was aching. He was frightened. It was a long time since he’d been frightened; he’d found an everyday routine and settled down—Helena sleeping beside him and Oscar fast asleep in his bed next door. They had a life together. The apartment was small but it was theirs; sometimes it felt like there had never been anything else, as if he could forget everything else.
There was a draft from the porthole. The cabin was cold, as always in January. Two evenings onboard, a good wage, his own cabin and free food—that was enough and he could deal with it.MoreLess
John looked out of the plastic porthole. The enormous ferry glided slowly down the channel, at no more than a few knots—the waves formed by the metal prow as soft as from any small boat.
It had been a long night. He was tired, had gone to bed sometime after four, but hadn’t been able to sleep. That’s the way it was sometimes, when what was happening now became confused with what had happened back then. His eyes were aching, his head was aching, his whol...e damn body was aching. He was frightened. It was a long time since he’d been frightened; he’d found an everyday routine and settled down—Helena sleeping beside him and Oscar fast asleep in his bed next door. They had a life together. The apartment was small but it was theirs; sometimes it felt like there had never been anything else, as if he could forget everything else.
There was a draft from the porthole. The cabin was cold, as always in January. Two evenings onboard, a good wage, his own cabin and free food—that was enough and he could deal with it.MoreLess
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