In the final months of WWII, two soldiers stumble across something unearthly, changing them forever. Spanning decades, Heavy Poodles is an angry, well-crafted tale, unlike any other. It is unexpectedly touching,uncomfortable, and violently eye-opening.
Genre: FICTION / PoliticalI enjoy parades – even though they make my skin crawl. Perhaps we’re hard-wired to appreciate the pomp and ceremony of public rituals, the synchronized movements. I don’t know. But there’s still nothing quite like the deep whoomph whoomph whoomph sound as a big bass drum starts up somewhere down the street. Long before your ears get it, your nose hairs feel the tickling vibrations – as do the short hairs on back of your head. These days my hearing isn’t what it used to be. It takes a moment for the drum noise to make the transition from being a sensation underfoot to me actually hearing it. I don’t care.
Carl and I have made it to our mid-nineties. We’re alive and old; in the bigger scheme of things, the trivia of a fractional delay between the external world and my ears is the least of our concerns.
The two of us are at the weekly local parade; the crowds around us are loving it, they’re cheering and applauding. Their fervor adds to my gooseflesh; it’s part of what’s unfolding.
I know Carl has similar conflicted views on the parade. From the goofy grin that’s appearing and disappearing on his face, you’d think he was retarded. He’s blind, so he can’t see the flags or the excitement of the people; the smart cut of the uniforms; the shine of braid and buttons;
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by André Weber
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Spanish
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Translated by Alicia Rodriguez
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