ABOUT THE CLOUDS
When you are walking along a street, you never know who will find you. Avoid puddles, you’ve been so lost in thought you’ve already forgotten your own address… Cross the street with your hands in your pockets, you are searching for the truth, but the city is too small for what you seek. All you’ll find in the city is crows and fear… Be careful, take care of yourself…
The space welcomed me with apples that had fallen around the trees and wet leaves. I looked at the trees ecstatically, it felt like they knew me, they knew whose grandson I was. Every time I went out to that plot of land, I remembered my grandfather because he was the one who built the house and planted all the trees. That land was my world now, my last spot of refuge, where I tended to the apple trees, but
