Sublime

Auschowitz Springs.

It’s enough to make your head swim.

At least, I no longer knew in what period of my life I was living as I journeyed down the Rhine valley.

a lady of uncertain age in a lilac blouse,

as if the pictures had a memory of their own and remembered us, remembered the roles that we, the survivors, and those no longer

Even later nothing but blind panic filled me when I thought of the five-year-old page.

towards the end of the journey he had died of consumption and was stowed in the baggage net with the rest of our belongings.