Ilse Aichinger: Das FenstertheaterD

Ilse Aichinger: Das Fenstertheater
Die Frau lehnte am Fenster und sah hinüber. Der Wind trieb in leichten Stößen vom Fluss herauf und brachte nichts Neues. Die Frau hatte den starren Blick neugieriger Leute, die unersättlich sind. Es hatte ihr noch niemand den Gefallen getan, vor ihrem Haus niedergefahren zu werden. Außerdem wohnte sie im vorletzten Stock, die Straße lag zu tief unten. Der Lärm rauschte nur mehr leicht herauf. Alles lag zu tief unten. Als sie sich eben vom Fenster abwenden wollte, bemerkte sie, dass der Alte gegenüber Licht angedreht hatte. Da es noch ganz hell war, blieb dieses Licht für sich und machte den merkwürdigen Eindruck, den aufflammende Straßenlaternen unter der Sonne machen. Als hätte einer an seinen Fenstern die Kerzen angesteckt, noch ehe die Prozession die Kirche verlassen hat. Die Frau blieb am Fenster.

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Ilse Aichinger: The window TheatreThe woman turned to the window and looked over. The wind drove up in light bursts from the river and brought nothing new. The wife had the stares of curious people who are insatiable. It had done her no one favor to be shut down in front of her house. Also, she lived in the penultimate floor, the street was too low down. The noise swept only more slightly up. Everything was down to low. When she wanted to turn away from the window, she noticed that the old man to light was turned on. Since it was still quite light, remained this light for themselves and made the strange impression that make up flaming street lights under the Sun. As one would have infected the candles on its Windows, still before the procession left the Church. The woman stayed at the window.

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Ilse Aichinger: The window Theater
The woman leaned against the window and looked over. The wind drove in minor impacts from the river up and brought nothing new. The woman had the gaze of curious people who are insatiable. It had never been done her the favor to be descended front of her house. They also lived in the penultimate floor, the street was too deep down. The noise rustled only slightly up. Everything was too deep down. As she was about to turn away from the window, she noticed that the old man had palmed to light. Since it was still quite light, this light remained on and made ​​the strange impression, make the blazing streetlights under the sun. As if an infected at its windows the candles, before the procession left the church. The woman remained at the window.