Concierto Gorizia Eduardo - Najwa bin Shatwan
We used to sneak into her room to watch how she sleeps, placing her teeth beside her on the bedside table, draped over her feet a towel to prevent them and the unseen creatures that come at night from taking the sleeping feet and walking with them, replacing nightmares and disturbing dreams. We kept the shape of the towel so as not to touch it after Titi Atria left for Sousse. We also tied her words during sleep to her extracted teeth, and her sleep stretched out on her back, until everyone descending from Greek Cyrenaica and Sousse is affected by the eternal dead who share the city with them half-half. But the dead do not snore, and Titi Atria’s snoring reaches Rome. My brother Ayyub used to weave frightening stories for us about Titi Atria’s house and about the sea that flooded part of the old town and will inevitably flood my grandfather’s house after Titi Atria passes to her Lord, perhaps waiting for her departure to do so, for the sea is not far, but it will not stretch out to drown a woman drowning in loneliness.
Author: Nagwa Ben Shatwan
Number of pages: 312 pages
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