kleiner deutscher

[zubird]

at the Jewish Museum in Berlin there was a little paper tree with little paper apples where people could write their wishes, mostly for world peace and things like that, in all different languages. my favorite one said this: "ich wunsche, dass ich mein Abi scharfe und dass immer frieden ist." [i wish to pass my Abi and for peace forever.] oh, i laughed, especially since i was afraid of placing my own petty wishes next to such important ones. i wish that Bourek would love me even just a little? i wish not to fuck up anymore? even the Abitur doesn't look very important next to genocide and thousands of years of history. what do you do, petty little soul?

i had a dream about Bourek last night, which feels like a violation. whether it's his violation or my violation, that i don't know.