Leafing through the pages of my childhood
I find many yellowed in all those years
And others are still of unreal clearness
About moments that were important to me
About grandmother peeling potatoes
While using the spring sun in the frontyard
I'm playing in the sand and listen to her stories
And I know that if she catches me, she'd wipe my nose
Some things that we hardly realize
Form us out for our whole life
And set their colourful stone as a souvenir
Into the mosaic of our soul
The search lists at the Red-Cross huts
Father coming home from imprisonment
The thin, strange man with beardy cheeks
Crossing the rails sobbingly
Uncle Heinz in the villages tavern
Letting me try his beer secretely
And also his cigarette once
Whil Aunt Ille thinks I'm at the kids' party
The morning tragedy in front of the kindergarten
Desperation, when mother had left
Pain to wait for her fro one day
And always fear, that she might forget me here
Sundays when relatives come around
When everybody's laughing and speaking chaoticly
The plates are shattering, outside there's coffee and cake
Redcurrants in the garden gleaming in the sunlight