International Relations
We met in Judaberg on a steep night.
Snow
tingled our voices. The melancholic appetite
of the
island immediately brought you closer to my body.
Despite the
friendly smiles, we shared
the same
fascination with war.
European
tales burned with vodka
boiled the
blood until dawn.
The 4th of
July is the day when Sigismund II
annexed
Lithuania to Poland. In the twentieth century
your family
was deported to Siberia.
The North
Sea scraped our words,
while the
snow crushed us
in the
oblivion of the island. I knew I could
share with
you my sovereign debt,
my
republican identity, the absence
of sleep,
fear and existentialism.
We arrange to meet somewhere between
the Ottoman
Empire and the Byzantine Empire,
around
August. I got on the plane.
You came by
bus. When we arrived there
southern
Europe no longer interested you because
you were
dazzled by the conflicts in Lebanon.
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