remembering

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
houses.


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