[return to Contents Page]
Iga Gala Miemus
Do you sometimes have a feeling that the reality which exists here and
now is already in your memory.
Had already happened. Only the details of the landscape are different, but
the asphalt burns bare feet the same as hot sand on a road that used to
lead to my grandparents' house.
House, in which I had a dream that had been the most vivid memory of my
house wide open —
you are defensless
Never have I been happy more with waking up than in the white walls of my
Nobody screamed, the garden had not been trampled by military shoes, I felt
safe once again.
It was coming to twilight and I had to end my journey inside my memories.
Memory is a private vehicle for time-travel. The only one faster than
traces of foundations
shapes of rooms
filling the air