August Recollections
To my dear friend Jael who bravely fights against her cancer
To my dear friend Jael Rogulla who so bravely is fighting against her cancer
A bite in one of the first ripened apples,
And memories overwhelm me.
All of a sudden I see myself
A child
barefoot in shorts,
picking up an apple,
fallen from the tree into the currant bushes.
And suddenly I remember . . .
the smell and taste from the past.
the grassy shoulders of the road outside.
the dandelions burning golden yellow.
the gravel chafes under my naked feet.
the smell from the currant bushes.
mother offering cassis to the draftees.
the slaughter of our household pig.
And despite that world war was ravaging,
For me it was all an idyll.
Because in the mind of a little child
all evils cease to exist,
as my parents always were there
ready to give me comfort and security.
29 augusti 2003
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