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the_terrorist_he_watches.docxThe Terrorist, He Watches
The bomb will explode in the bar at twenty past one. Now it’s only sixteen minutes past. Some will still have time to enter, some to leave.
A woman in a yellow jacket, she enteres. A man in dark glasses, he leaves. Boys in jeans, they’re talking. Sixteen minutes past and four seconds. The smaller one he’s lucky, mounts his scooter, but that taller chap he walks in.
Seventeen minutes and forty seconds. A girl, she walks by, a green ribbon in her hair. But that bus suddenly hides her. Eighteen minutes past. The girl’s disappeared. Was she stupid enough to go in, or wasn’t she. We shall see when they bring out the bodies.
Nineteen minutes past. No one else appears to be going in. On the other hand, a fat bald man leaves. But seems to search his pockets and at ten seconds to twenty past one he returns to look for his wretched gloves.
It’s twenty past one. Time, how it drags. Surely, it’s now. No, not quite. Yes, now. The bomb, it explodes.
–Wislawa Szymborska
