Undinė Radzevičiūtė

Translated by Ada Valaitis

Again, the commission is spending a long time doubting his horses.
Some members of the commission close one eye, and then the other.
While some stick out their pointed tongues, as if trying to lick the horses.
Some furl their bottom lip, some squint, narrowing their eyes, some puff out their cheeks.
Like eunuchs on the stage of an Imperial theatre.
The members of the commission think that the horses’ heads are too small, and that their hocks are too thin. The explanation that these are Iberian horses, and that they should look like this, does not help.
It seems that the commission doubts not only the Iberian horses, but Iberia itself.
It is convinced that only the Mongolian horse exists.
The wild Mongolian horse.
Modest, persistent, and somewhat insidious.
As insidious as a wild horse could possibly be. With short legs, and brown and white spots.
Like a cow.
And a horse’s tail must be white. Absolutely. And it must reach the ground, says the commission, while the mane should cover the eyes.
Why do they need horses that can’t see anything?
The commission also says: his horses aren’t real because they are calm, and horses are never calm.
The repeated confirmation of the notion that Iberian horses are just like this only increases the committee’s doubts.