April 9, 2012


I remember you telling me how you would stand at crossroads and count cars driving by.

I remember walking all the way to Treptower Park
and sitting
in the park
across from

I remember talking there; talking was something you always enjoyed and which I was more than willing to give - though hoping for compensation that would never be received.

I remember;
I remember a lot of things.

Berlin, 3.2012

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