on the way to the Jewish cemetery in Prenzlauer Berg
[where i needed to go because on Saturday, Shabbat, i heard someone
singing prayers in the dark as i passed by the walls in the night]
there are two men playing Bach at the Alex
Bach pierces the heart when found accidentally like this
much more so than when sitting among the stuffed shirts at a formal concert
in the cemetery all is quiet
here and there a stone rests on a bigger one
- a sign that someone has visited
the graveyard dates back to the 1700s, i think
the Nazis vandalised it
more recently, others have too
i don't understand why
on a lighter note
here is a treasure i found at one of the fleamarkets
[it's destined for a friend]
when you hold it up to the light
there's a face at the bottom of the cup
fingers crossed it survives the baggage handlers...
