A Train to Piccadilly

A stupid rainy day. Another one, the umpteenth in Soviet Europe. It kindly keeps the dust down, but moving through the rubble is difficult: the risk is that of slipping and breaking a bone. I'm in the right alley. I can't see the door, though... Ah! There it is, at the end, behind those boards. Now it's only a question of grit--stepping into a future that sounds so surreal.

But even so, less surreal than what we've endured in this wrecked country for the last forty years...

Berlin, 1987. It is October 18th.

Released at PunyComp 24.