looking back from a distance, the trip was a desaster. V. is your city, because you live there. it is my city because you live there. and it is our city because we had what we had, if only for 26 hours and two weeks before and some afterwards.
what brought me down most was [...]
Posts Tagged as ‘touch’
November 4, 2008
broken backrest
Last time, we spend a big part of our common life in the park. A bench became our planet, the small green area with its trees and bushes and playgrounds and flowerbeds and the river were our world. That was then.
November 3, 2008
the third leg
Two hours after I had touched ground in V. I was drunk. I had lied my way to this place, and there I was. It was dark already, drizzling and cool. Summer, so it seemed, was gone for good, and so was something else.