Kraków Day 3…
Flat ground lends itself to recall
And so takes me to a place
I need to know…
Walk south away from the centre, down ul.Wielicka and after 30 metres turn right onto ul.Jerozolimska. In 100 metres you are here.
I begin to wander through the wide fields,
long grasses, echoes and upturned stones. Remnants of the camp look to me like dirty old teeth.
I take off my sandals and let the sharp needles of dry grass that are growing between the scattered gravestones, slowly and deeply prick the soles of my bare feet.
The hot wind traps, carries, extinguishes and calls.
A voice suddenly says ‘Hello, I am from Canada , have you been to Auschwitz? What lense is on your camera?’
There is no one else around us in this place.
The same person walks towards me when I return back to the old town, and some time later appears again at the next table to me in a small cafe…
A small game, but not mine. The Canadian man with the Polish accent…
