Silent Reminders
The impenetrable became pervious. Memories replaced thoughts of 3.6 x 1.2. The constant line of concrete gave way to a concrete view. Projections dissolved for questions of approximation.
They may never have thought that things would change. Their minds needed time to follow their actions. Their hearts needed time to process the shifts. New structures were to be found in an open field. Securities were to be searched from scratch. Lives became miscellaneous, biographies became sinuous.
People realize what they had when it's gone. People realize what they'll gain when it's lost. We wander through Berlin. We pass our summers on the lawns of the parks. We hold hands in the shades of the fragments of the wall. We feel our kiss unwatched below the dysfunctional watchtower. We see strangers hunting souvenirs while we are caught by our own disorientation. Graffities overwrite the physical relicts of the past with our current events. We have our own fears and hopes. We laugh ou loud on the cycle. The past is not our past but our history. A history that silently speaks in the night and murmurs through the trees of the metropolis.
We are their children.
Text: Anna Hofsäβ
