English Translation

98 147 The Unknown One. What I want to tell happened in the Serbian campaign of the year l9l5. It did not happen to me, I do not carry any visible traces of this happening, though of the pictures that we take on our way have more in us and may have more effect than we ourselves know. I have only experienced it on the margins among many bystanders and passers-by, and if I want to write it down now after many years, I have to add some things, push some things and leave a lot of things away. Could the story K, meraden of the fourteenth field compagnie in the hands, I do not know if they would remember the autumn morning and deg dead Serb soldiers, with which the story begins. Perhaps they would find other things that have described this day in their memory, as the dead on which they passed by; but perhaps they would have lost the day at all, and then you would probably, suspiciously and head-shakingly, push the answer to the truth of my story to me, the layered narrator, alone. But I don't want to write a true story either, and I know that all the image and parable is what is reflected in us, and a question to which we do not get an answer.- We had a restless night behind us. Throughout the day we had to drag heavy lumps of the conquered country to our shoes guerfeldein, it rained naturally and inevitably that no