On a train

Bound for Paris,

I meet Marina.


She is slim, dark haired and Palestinian.


Her uncle has something to do

With the PLO.


It is 1990.


I visit her apartment.


I’m tired from sleeping in the open,

From too many train connections.


She fades into the distance.


Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

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