House Inspection

'And what’s the trouble here?' ask those of the police officers who walk on the house roofs or with both of their arms stretched out to the sides, balanced precariously on the cornices. 'And what’s the trouble here?' ask those of the police officers down on the street, who, squatting in front of the doors, peer through the letter flaps. 'And what’s the trouble here?' is shouted in through grated gates with only a faint echo as repartee. 'And what’s the trouble here?' ask police officers, who are encountering police officers, who themselves, somewhat despairing, ask the same question: 'What is the trouble here?' Even at night, while the running lights of an airplane inch across the sky, the questions can be heard as a hardly audible mumbling in the darkness between houses: 'What … is … here?'