The years we have been through have buried the world’s innocence for ever.
I promised you not to forget.
I’ve kept you safe in my memory.
I want to recall everything, right from the beginning, the details, chance, the flow of events. Before distance obscures my backward glance, muffling the hubbub of voices, of weapons, armies, laughter, shouts. And at the same time only distance allows us to go back to a likely beginning.