It was as if the sky has lost its lightness.
The clouds didn't float. They crawled.
Everywhere there was a feeling I never knew before
Yet I remembered
As if it were an inherited memory:
Fatigue. Immense fatigue.
All I wanted was to lie down
To be a convalescent from what I felt,
From what I thought.

Background: the shock of the first days in the Ghetto. It was autumn. My mother speaks.