30/06/24

-Slavka, I wanna be a bird!
-Cool. How can we make it happen?
-I need a stick! Maybe two…🤔
-? I always thought if someone were to be a bird, they needed wings, maybe some feathers…You don’t want wings?
-Nope. I need sticks. To build my nest…

Last night I found myself back at school again. Classmates were those of primary school, being supervised by my used to be professor of English language.
I was one unhappy quiet eS, when something in me suddenly broke, and I wasn’t able to hold inside what eye saw on the outside, any longer.
Grabbing the black felt tip pen I charged at PM standing in front of me, writing all over his head, neck and torso in thick capitals-
MURDERER…

Followed by a little relief that I finally told them, and by their stone faces reflecting nothing, but a broken violin….

One year later I moved my notebook from FB, to connect the dots…