Shiny hair loose, streaming across shoulders, a strand forming a letter C at the back. Peaceful, inquisitive, green eyes, if anything closer together than set apart. Lips exhausted, a faint gloss spread over them. Fingers hold the notebook in her lap like a shell, index finger and middle finger in a twisted grip around a biro, as if in fear of drowning. Slender wrists, large palms. She looks sleepy. Wrapped up warm, red, red-brick, green-dotted tunic, blouse, cardigan. Eyes and cheeks seem like odd pairs.
Translated by David Hackston