1965. gada ziemā pa šo ielu lēni gāja
skolas sargs, atgriežoties mājās pēc nakts
maiņas. Viņš domāja: “Naktī skolā
vienmēr valda pavisam īpašs klusums.
It kā arīsienas atpūstos un klusi gaidītu
nākamo zvanu. Bet to nevienam
neizstāstīsi.Tāds klusums ir
jāpiedzīvo pašam.”
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In the winter of 1965, a school guard
walked slowly down this street
on the way home after a night shift.
He thought: "At night there is always
a really special silence in a school.
As if even the walls were resting
and quietly waiting for the next bell.
But it’s not something you can tell
anyone about. It's the kind of silence
you have to experience yourself."