the snow's gone but not the memory of Tempelhof stretching like a sea, with this one&lonesomeTree, surrounded by circling crows

February 3rd, 2014, 4pm

It was 3°C with broken clouds. There was moderate breeze.

When I finally made it to the tree, I noticed a cross wrapped in leather, two planks really, and an epitaph from 2004, the tree was a tomb as well. The crows left in a croak. I wanted to leave a cigarette on the ground but only found some gizeh paper, so I rolled one out of thin air, and muttered Eluard’s very own :

“Le vent, lentement, roule, une cigarette d’air.”

Having paid my respects, I climbed as high as I could to see if I could spot my friends, lost in the toundra, and I saw two figures moving through the utopian garden.

Berlin beckons, it was time to go back.

Nisan, Adrian, Cassie and Paul said thanks.

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Noam A.

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