Marina

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.

Praha_Metro_Flora_platform

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