S0206 Sanatorium Under The Sign of the Hourglass by Bruno Schulz
The Classic Ghost Stories Podcast
Tony Walker
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šļø 3 October 2020
ā±ļø 75 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Everybody dies, don't they? |
| 0:10.5 | Everybody come back. |
| 0:12.6 | Isn't that same? |
| 0:14.4 | You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you? |
| 0:17.1 | How do the dead come back, mother? |
| 0:19.9 | What's the secret? |
| 0:23.2 | Sanatorium under the sign of the hourglass. |
| 0:28.5 | The journey was long. |
| 0:30.8 | The train, which ran only once a week on that forgotten branch line, |
| 0:35.4 | carried no more than a few passengers. |
| 0:38.3 | Never before had I seen such archaic coaches, |
| 0:41.3 | withdrawn from other lines long before. |
| 0:43.3 | There was spacious as living rooms, dark and with many recesses. |
| 0:48.3 | Corridors crossed the empty compartments at various angles, |
| 0:52.3 | labyrinthine and cold. They exuded an air of strange and frightening |
| 0:57.0 | neglect. I moved from coach to coach looking for a comfortable corner. Drafts were everywhere, |
| 1:04.0 | cold currents of air shooting through the interiors, piercing the whole train from end to end. |
| 1:10.0 | Here and there, a few people sat on the floor, |
| 1:13.9 | surrounded by their bundles, not daring to occupy the empty seats. Besides, those high, |
| 1:21.4 | convex, oilcloth-covered seats were cold as ice and sticky with age. At the deserted stations, no passengers boarded |
| 1:30.3 | the train. Without a whistle, without a groan, the train would slowly start again as if |
| 1:37.3 | lost in meditation. For a time, I had the company of a man in a ragged railwomen's uniform, silent and grossed |
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