
A Caress Beyond the Wall
There is a woman crying beyond this wall that separates my bedroom from another family’s bedroom. She cries for her son, I guess from the few words spoken between her sobs. I reach out to the wall and caress it, a useless but harmless gesture.Then I observe my torn and gutted body and I ask myself: “Why did you do this?” The answer is obvious: … Continua a leggere A Caress Beyond the Wall