Dead end

Whether Palestine or Ukraine, spaces emerge that are grey, blurred and full of limitation. Even a gangway that at normal times leads to a holiday destination, full of sun and warmth, freezes into a prison, a dead end. Narrowness oppresses me, running away is impossible. The rain makes those slip who want to run away faster.

So I surrender to my fate. I lie on the ground. Only the few leaves that are just barely held to the ground by the wetness move with the light current of the breeze. If I lie long enough, I will see them fly through the bars to wherever. They will make their way out of this cul-de-sac. That gives me courage to make it too. Lie still, time is working for you!