Tempelhof

I am in Tempelhof. It’s cold, but there’s a shy sun veiled by clouds or clusters of air.

I came here on my bike. I feel an aura of peace.

I am absorbed in the world I observe.

Everywhere I turn my gaze, I see things happening.

Am I just a point of observation?

I remember when I once went for a walk not far from home in Zinguinchor.

How many places in my life have I called home?

Which one really is?

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