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Glaring suddenly
the paths are lit.
Dogs and women bark
invisible.
The train stops.
This is where
we must get out.
We get out of the train.
Then, without having understood
how, why and where from
a hail of strokes suddenly
falls on us,
and without having had time, to collect our things,
shaken, shoved is our poor herd
into the night, towards the iron gate that creaks open...
this is the end,
this is hell!
Micheline Maurel: Villégiature (1943)
Original language: French