Ostatni dzien w Bostonie...

Bostno Holocaust Memorial

I remember stopping down and picking up a piece of something balck near the creamtorium
I realized it was a bone I was going to throw it down again
and then I thought
Oh my god this might be all taht left of someone,
so I wrapped it up and carried with me
A couple of days later I dug it out of my pocket and burreid it...


A childhood frien of mine
once found a rasberry in the camp
he took it on the leaf and presented to me..

I magine a world in which in which
entire posession you have is one rassbery
and you give it to a freind...

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