Flotsam (2013)
“He had been peddling all day in the neighborhood of Holy Cross Mountain. It was a poor district, but Kern knew that poverty inclines people toward charity and not toward calling the police. He had earned thirty-eight crowns. It had been a good day.
He put the money in his pocket and tried to decipher the names on the weather-beaten headstones beside him, leaning haphazardly against the wall. “Rabbi Israel Loew,” he said aloud, “dead long years ago, certainly a man of great learning in your time and now a handful of dust and bones down there, what do you think I should do now? Go home and be satisfied or go on working and try to raise my profits to fifty crowns?”
He drew out a five-crown piece. “So it doesn’t matter much to you, old man? Well then, let’s put the question to the emigrees’ goddess—Chance. Heads we’ll be satisfied, tails we’ll go on peddling.”
He spun the coin in the air and tried to catch it. It rolled out of his hand and fell on the grave. Kern climbed over the wall and... carefully picked it up.MoreLess
He put the money in his pocket and tried to decipher the names on the weather-beaten headstones beside him, leaning haphazardly against the wall. “Rabbi Israel Loew,” he said aloud, “dead long years ago, certainly a man of great learning in your time and now a handful of dust and bones down there, what do you think I should do now? Go home and be satisfied or go on working and try to raise my profits to fifty crowns?”
He drew out a five-crown piece. “So it doesn’t matter much to you, old man? Well then, let’s put the question to the emigrees’ goddess—Chance. Heads we’ll be satisfied, tails we’ll go on peddling.”
He spun the coin in the air and tried to catch it. It rolled out of his hand and fell on the grave. Kern climbed over the wall and... carefully picked it up.MoreLess
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