I could be with my mother-in-law, with my father-in-law, Only they are not alive any more, And Paris? Whatís Paris! Itís on itís place. It already has been praised and sung of. It stands like it stood, and will always stand, If only not again there will be made fun, Because in a joke there is so much hidden, And till then is Paris like it stood so it stands.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018