...once upon a time there was a little girl whose parents decided to leave the city behind for the weekend and not return until after the bomb went off.
i am old, old enough to have experienced the terrorist threats of the "Baader Meinhof" terrorist group in germany. one week, i vividly remember, they had announced that they were going to blow up a carbomb in stuttgart. nobody ever knew exactly where, so my parents decided to load up the car and visit family in another town, and simply wait until the big "boom" was over.
i think i was 7 or 8, just the age my daughter is now....packing up the car and taking a trip to another town isn't gong to help her, even moving across the continent isn't going to do it...anyone have a rocket they can spare and a map to a suitable planet?
i have been numb over the past several days. i guess, i all my words seem empty and meaningless...but i have been painting. painting seems the only way i can clear my mind- push it out, throw it up and finally take it in again....slowly..
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