March 21, 2007 – Natalia A.

You died, and you died, and then you died some more. But that was later. Before, you liked to drink something called “Tarkhoun” – green like absinthe, and sweet like candy. Your nineteen-year old boyfriend burned up in a fighter plane in WWII. That day you said goodbye to him on the platform, when youContinue reading “You died for three days straight”