Looking back in retrospect,
I was in love.
Train rides, markets, the trips to the sea.
Endless fields of sunflowers and wheat with a perfect transition of a blue to yellow horizon.
And there were dance lessons with twirling skirts and stainless white flats.
Kids being kids on a playground that passed it's remodeling appointment years before I was born.
It was a time of blowing bubbles to the wind, and decorating my grandmother's hair with an array of clips and pins.
I was everything I wanted to be: a ballerina, a model, a hairstylist,
A kid.
I was in love with a time
With a place
So destroyed, misunderstood, broken.
I hope the bombs weren't too strong
And the hysteria too frightening.
I hope children
Will see the same sun
And others will reminisce in its warmth.