Marguerite Duras - Abahn Sabana David

Night comes. And the cold.

They are on the road, white with frost, a woman and a young man. Standing stock still, watching the house.

The house is bare inside and out. The interior still unlit. Beyond the windows a tall man, gray-haired and thin, looks in the direction of the road.

Night deepens. And the cold.

There they are, in front of the house.

They look around. The road is empty, the sky dark against it. They do not seem to be waiting for anything.

The woman heads up to the door of the house first. The young man follows her.

Its she who enters the house first. The young man follows.

Shes the one who closes the door behind them.

At the far end of the room: a tall thin man with gray hair watches them enter.

Its the woman who speaks.

Is this the house of Abahn?

He doesnt answer.

Is it?

She waits. He does not answer.

She is small and slim, wearing a long black dress. Her companion is of medium build, wearing a coat lined with white fur.

Im Sabana, she says. This is David. Were from here, from Staadt.

The man walks slowly toward them. He smiles.

Take off your coats, he says. Please sit.

They do not answer. They remain near the door.

They do not look at him.

The man approaches.

We know each other, he says.

They do not answer, do not move.

The man is close enough now to see them clearly. He notices that they will not meet his eye.

She speaks again. Were looking for Abahn. This is David. Were from Staadt.

She fixes her large eyes on the man. Davids gaze, behind his heavy lids, is inscrutable.

I am Abahn.

She does not move. She asks:

The one they call the Jew?

Yes.

The one who came to Staadt six months ago?

Yes.

Alone.

Yes. Youre not mistaken.

She looks around. There are three rooms.

The walls are bare. The house is as bare inside as it is outside. One side abuts the road, white with frost, the other borders the depths of a darkened park.

Her gaze returns to the Jew.

This is the house of the Jew?

Yes.

In the park, dogs bark and howl.

David turns his head, looks toward the park.

The howling dies down.

Its quiet again. David turns away from the park, back to the others.

You were sent by Gringo?

She answers:

Yes. He said that he would come later.

They are silent then, the three of them standing there. The Jew approaches David.

Do you recognize me?

David looks down at the floor. She answers:

He recognizes you.

Youre David, the stonemason.

She replies, Yes, thats him.

I recognize him, says the Jew.

Davids eyes are fixed on the floor.

Hes gone blind, says the Jew.

They do not answer.

Hes become deaf.

They do not answer.

The Jew approaches David.

What are you afraid of?

David looks up at the Jew and then back at the floor.

What are you afraid of, David? the Jew asks again.

The gentleness of his voice elicits a shudder from behind those heavy-lidded eyes. She answers:

Nothing. Hes a member of Gringos Party.

The Jew is silent. She asks:

Do you know what that means?

Not for David, says the Jew.

For the first time, Sabana looks right at him. He is looking at David.

But for everyone else, you do?

Yes.

A sudden exhaustion sweeps over the Jew.

You were waiting for us?

Yes.

He takes a step toward David. David doesnt flinch. He comes closer. He lifts a hand. Gently touches Davids half-lidded eyes. He says:

Youve become blind.

David jumps back. He cries out:

Dont touch me!

David raises his hands, made swollen and cracked by working with stone, and says:

Dont do that again!

She looks from one to the other without moving. She says nothing.

The Jew backs away. He returns to the chair he was occupying when they first came into the house, the one near the table.

Youre not scared, he says, You have nothing at stake. Take off your coats. Sit. Youre not going anywhere.

They remain as they are, erect, alert, near the door.

Calmly, she speaks.

You dont understand. Weve come to watch you.

Watch me.

Dont try to run away.

I wont.

Its not worth the trouble.

David is silent. Sabana points out the Jew to David. She repeats what she said to the Jew.

He knows its futile to try.

I do know, says the Jew.

Its Sabana who takes off her coat first. She puts it down near the door. She helps David with his coat.

Tucked into Davids belt is a gun.

They sit. Sabana pushes an armchair toward David. She sits in another chair.

The Jew is silent.

She sits up straight, looks around. She looks out at the road, the park, the cold. Everything is bathed in the same intense light, inside, outside. Nothing else is lit up. She looks over at the one sitting next to the table.

We wait for daybreak, he says.

Sabanas eyes are blue dark and blue.

Youre Sabana.

Yes.

The dogs howl in the dark park.

David listens to the dogs.

The howling dies down.

Silence.

David the mason reclines his head on the back of the chair, his hands draped along the armrests. He looks over at the far end of the room. He speaks.

Theres someone else in the house.

Its just me, says the Jew.

Hes here alone, she says.

The Jew, says David.

Yes. Dont be afraid.

She is still looking around. She is perched on the edge of her seat, still alert. Looking around.

David has to work tomorrow morning. He has to sleep a little. If you try to run Ill yell and hell wake up.

Let him sleep. You keep watch on me. And Ill stay where I am, over here.

Slumber settles on David. He looks over at the Jew.

She says:

Hes falling asleep now.

The Jew does not answer. Sabina speaks:

The merchants police arent out tonight. Gringo made a deal with the merchants. They told him, If you let us sell to the Greeks then well give you Abahn the Jew. Gringo agreed. The police sleep tonight. The town is Gringos.

The Jew does not answer, does not move.

Are you going to try to run away?

No.

The Jews exhaustion seems to grow.

Why not?

I have no desire to save myself.

They sit quietly for a moment. Sabana, alert, turns toward the frost-covered road.

David has closed his eyes.

Why did you come to Staadt?

The Jew shrugs his shoulders.

To kill Gringo?

No.

Gringo is strong in Staadt. He runs the show with the merchants. He runs the government offices. He has his own police, army, guns. Hes been making the merchants afraid for a long time now. You understand?

The merchants of Staadt arent afraid of Gringo, says the Jew.

Since when?

For a long time. The merchants are afraid of the Jews.

And who is Gringo afraid of?

Gringo is afraid of the Jews.

Like the merchants?

You know that.

Yes, Sabana looks at him.

You dont know what to do with yourself anymore, do you? So you came here?

Maybe at first. But then I found Staadt.

Like any other place?

No.

They fall silent. David sleeps.

Sabana points at him, says to the Jew, They all sleep.

They look at each other. Still silent. She waits. He asks:

Who are you?

She hesitates. She looks at David.

Theres nothing here, he says. I am not part of Gringos party.

She is perched on the edge of the chair, waiting. She asks:

Are you an enemy?

Yes.

What did you want?

I dont know what I wanted anymore.