At the airport
And then suddenly, I am here talking to Caroline, Karolina and Carol. It is 3.20 am. And she is crying. Out of nowhere, she is crying. Her fragile hardness and conversation of council politics broke into tears that against her will conquered her pale cheek. Tears are born out of the unborn. The pain of childlessness, and the loneliness of loss in a human’s life. In the lives of two beings, together, alone, alone together. She seems to cry on behalf of all the big hurts of humans all over the world, in a myriad of ways. The hurt of human pain in war. Crying in the dark hours of the night during endless conversations makes nothing better. Drink and pain weave a dark shroud over us. We grieve together alone, alone together. As she cried I grieved myself in her.
