The Words Begin as Butterflies: Birgitta Trotzig
5.
in the new world there are
specially trained elite forces
The snow-white person smells from death, but is
curiously wonderfully strong. This one is a cadet.
White, he stands guard outside the cell where the
dirty girl with the beaten up face crawls around,
blood gushes in heavy pulse beats, excrements smeared
everywhere on the floor and up the walls. The
snow-white person has a calm handsome face, calm clear
eyes. Actually these two (one outside the locked steel
door, the other inside) are the same age. The young
man in uniform waits patiently for the evil in her,
the filth, to have been strained /borne down/, for her
being emptied of filth and evil – for the noxious
animal in her to have died. He wishes her no ill: he´s
a cleanser, that´s all. He waits for a colony of
bacteria, an evil spirit, a sick animal to have left
the body of this nation and all of humanity. The
corridor is endless. Outside every door here at the
special department stands a calm handsome snow-white
person waiting for the noxious animal to have spent
itself, to have fought to the end inside there behind
the completely blank steel door – for the animal to
die and for having come a step further towards the
state of purity.