This suspensful short story from Uzbekistan’s Hamid Ismailov starts with a little boy finding a corpse in a park – and his family taking it home
By Hamid Ismailov and Daniyar Ismailov for Translation Tuesdays by Asymptote, part of the Guardian Books Network
Let him who gives me a shadow not hold me.
You know the breadth of a star
is not equal to the embrace of the ray.
Let me go, blue holy light,
my shadow is in torment on the black earth.
Am I drunk, or is my road drunk?
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