My mother was already my belly, and I went to the German manufactory. She could not quit, because she was assigned to it. She worked unbearable for fourteen hours a day... I was only a couple of weeks before the deadline, I gave birth to the light, but died, angry, having transferred my last strength to me. Father then completely went wild from grief - he was staggering all over the forest, walking with a knife and a horn on a bear. Sometimes it would take a week to return home with the carcass of a murdered clubfoot. He sits out his skin, grumbles under his breath...