In broad daylight, a guy approached me.
A grey, rather plain face.
He looked into my eyes and said impassively:
"Will you give me something? I’m terribly hungry.
Maybe HIV is ravaging me, but I’m hungry".
I still cannot get used
to the images that I know from cinema.
Somehow I cannot get it into my head,
that now it’s a completely different country.
In broad daylight, I can hear a whistle of a bullet.
Another shot and a cry hits the sky.
The sidewalk gets stained with blood, glass panes are falling.
Like in a dream, a coat flies from a window.
I don’t know if she had reached the age of seventeen.
I still cannot get used
to the images that I know from cinema.
Somehow I cannot get it into my head,
that now it’s a completely different country.