The chalk wall illuminated by the moon is tall, as though to deny everything entry. It surrounds an orderly town without letting so much as a prayer through. The boy pressed his ear to the wall and thought of the outside world. He thought of the endless grassy plains, and the pristine sound of water. He thought of his family’s inexhaustible smiles, and his older brother’s kind face. However, those memories were distant, like the pages of a worn-out picture book. They were vague and uncertain, like dreams. The children of this city had been imprisoned here.
‘They were absolutely forbidden to leave. The meals they were brought at the same time every day were carried in through the village’s single entrance by adults dressed in white. They went about their work silently and indifferently.’
The wind that comes in from outside is laden with disease, and so we, who are uninfected, are being protected in here.
We, who are isolated, will begin anew from here. We are to inherit the promised land; we have been chosen. A seven-coloured box, a treasure we received from our parents. We’ll hold each other tight and continue to live, if that’s our destiny…
‘Before long, the smart boy realized the truth behind their concealment. The forbidden understanding. It was not the world that was laden with disease… …it was the children within the wall themselves.’ “For them, there was no promised land…”
That they were the chosen ones had been but an illusion. They had been abandoned by the world. Reality is always cruel. Were we really abandoned here inside this chalk prison?
His irritation became misplaced. The adults in white aren’t doing it for us, they’re doing it to protect themselves. Driven by impulse, he tore the mask off one of them. What he saw beneath it was his mother, her eyes swollen by tears…
We never abandoned you. We wanted to be with you always. All the adults are family of you boys and girls. We wanted to watch over you until you faced your deaths.
She was so close and yet so far. Even though she was within his reach, he was not allowed to touch her. This was his fate. Still, his mother wiped the tears from his eyes, and without hesitation hugged him close, as though she would never let go…
‘The eyes of the mother whose child was ravaged by disease were calm. The boy slept within the bosom that bore a nostalgic smell. How many seconds later did the mother despair at the realization that she had come into contact with him? Ah… even she now carries the deadly disease…’