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[Traducido por Hannah Rachel Cole, estudiante del último año de Literatura Comparada, de la Universidad de Brown]

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The grandmother has died. Seated on a rocking chair I watch the rain fall through the window pane. The funeral will be at three. The murmuring of the people in the hall creates a tense, deathly atmosphere. Tonight will certainly be cold. I don’t go up to the coffin, I’ve never been able to look at the faces of the dead.