homeward bound

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...