When we come to you
Our clothes torn off us
And you listen all over our naked body.
As to the cause of our illness
One glance at our rags
Would tell you more. It is the same cause that wears out
Our bodies and our clothes.
The pain in our shoulders comes
You say, from the damp, and this is also the reason
For the stain on the walls of our flat.
So tell us:
Where does the damp come from?
Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956)