Leaving at First Light

On her last morning, Polly climbs to the watchtower one more time. Berta is already there. That is strange, because Berta hates climbing. Someone must check the sunrise, the marten says. They sit together on the old stones and watch.

Posljednjeg jutra Polly se još jednom penje do stražarske kule. Berta je već tamo. To je čudno, jer Berta mrzi penjanje. Netko mora provjeriti izlazak sunca, kaže kuna. Sjede zajedno na starom kamenju i gledaju.

The first light touches the tower. Then it moves down the wall and over the roofs. For a few minutes the whole town glows pink and gold. Far away in the meadows, Polly hears the sheep bells. Down below, the river holds the town in its loop, like always.

Prvo svjetlo dotakne kulu. Zatim putuje niz zid i preko krovova. Nekoliko minuta cijeli grad sja ružičasto i zlatno. Daleko na livadama Polly čuje ovčja zvona. Dolje ispod rijeka drži grad u svojoj petlji, kao i uvijek.

Berta says she does not like goodbyes. Then she says goodbye anyway. She gives Polly a dried fig for the journey. A town like this does not mind when you leave, she says. Leaving is the first half of coming back.

Berta kaže da ne voli oproštaje. Zatim se ipak oprosti. Daje Polly sušenu smokvu za put. Ovakav grad se ne ljuti kad odeš, kaže. Odlazak je prva polovica povratka.

Polly flies from the tower and follows the river out through the gorge. Behind her, the pink town gets smaller and smaller. She keeps the fig for later. She will eat it far away, when she wants to remember this place.

Polly leti s kule i prati rijeku van kroz klanac. Iza nje ružičasti grad postaje sve manji i manji. Smokvu čuva za poslije. Pojest će je daleko, kad se poželi sjetiti ovog mjesta.