a few weeks. Only sometimes does he think of Reiner. Then he wonders where he is and what he might be doing. Somewhere in his mind he assumes that Reiner must have done what he did, walked hard and fast to get out of the mountains, and then travelled back down to Cape Town. The journey in Lesotho was one they were making together, he surely wouldn’t want to continue alone.
One day, on impulse, he phones various friends down in Cape Town. He wants to know whether they’ve seen Reiner, has he reappeared, has he passed through. No, nobody has seen him, nobody’s heard a word. But what happened, his friends want to know, what went wrong. He tries to explain but all of it clots and curdles on his tongue. Till now he hasn’t had pangs of real conscience but he feels them begin when he hears the incredulity in the voice of one of these friends, that’s what you did, you walked away from him in the mountains. Yes that’s what happened but you don’t understand.
Yes that is what happened. Now he feels exquisite agonies of unease, maybe the failure wasn’t the mutual one he’s constructed in his head, maybe it belongs to himself alone. If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn’t do than what you did, actions already performed can always be rationalized in time, the neglected deed might have changed the world.
After about a month he goes back to Cape Town. He has no place of his own down there and must begin looking all over again. Meanwhile he stays with different friends, living in spare rooms once more, moving around. His attention has shifted from recent events to the problems of the present. He doesn’t think of Reiner that often now. By this time he presumes he must be back in Germany, leading the life he was so secretive about, hating me from afar.
But Reiner appears again suddenly, without warning, one arbitrary day. During all this time, while he was up in Pretoria and then trying to resettle himself in Cape Town, Reiner was in Lesotho. He stayed committed to their project. He has lost a lot of weight, his clothes hang loosely on him, he is weak and depleted. He has spent the time walking, he says, though where he went exactly and what he did will never be revealed.
Even this much comes in second-hand, through indirect reports. Before they left he had introduced Reiner to a friend of his who was living in the same block of flats. Now this friend calls to say that Reiner arrived on his doorstep the day before, looking haggard and terrible, with nowhere to go. He wanted to know if he could stay there for a week, till his flight back home. Of course he had said yes, it’s only for a few days.
He stays for three months. He sleeps on the couch in the lounge, hardly going out, barely moving around the flat at first. He’s in a very bad state. He is afflicted by various illnesses with alarming symptoms, he has very high fevers, he has swollen glands, he has some kind of fungal infection on his tongue. The friend takes him to two doctors, who prescribe antibiotics. But the illnesses don’t seem to clear up and Reiner shows no interest in leaving.
All of these reports come through his friend, over the telephone or in person. In the whole time that Reiner’s there he never once goes over to the flat, he doesn’t want to see Reiner, he doesn’t want to speak to him. In truth he’s shocked that he has appeared again, in his mind this episode has already been relegated to the past, this return feels almost personally directed at him. But he has a fascination with his presence so close by, he makes constant enquiries about him, he would like to know what happened since he saw him. Very little is forthcoming. But he gathers from his friend that Reiner is just as fascinated with him. He asks about me, where did I go to, where am I now. Sometimes he rails against me. Why, he wants to know, why did I storm off, things were so good between us, what got into his head.
He finds himself protesting, ask him, he knows why it happened, the friend listens sympathetically but also with doubt, he can see in