WHEN REMEMBER YOU ALWAYS
It’s not easy being a neighborhood and seeing that wooden box ceremoniously turned around three times. It’s not lying in that box, unable to see that street you know so well, with its three intersections, and the writing on the cobbler’s booth that says: “Cold watermelons”. It does not matter whether it is a cat in the box or a human being – they are both equally important for the street and deserve the same love, they shape the neighborhood into what it is. It’s not easy standing alone and in silence before the membrane that separates dreams from sleep, and to feel the soul of a weeping boy there, whose grandmother and grandfather are trying to console him, they will give him lollipops and candy, they will explain that the clown is playacting, nobody has really b
