Sometimes The Wondering Jewish Dreamer is full of surprises. He lands in places long forgotten by the darkness of past wars, and the seemingly predicable short memories of short lived nations. He feels he has reason to come back to these places as A kind of pilgrimage to A forgotten people. He honors them merely by coming back, saying A prayer in there memory, brushing off old cigarettes from their memorials and walking past their graves. And yet, A few remained and there is A kind of life here for the living, as well as for the stranger of A great and living nation. Amen!
1 comment:
sweetie,
where is ostrava? and how are you doing in the land of the living?
love
ev
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