Thirteen years have already passed and I still remember the way Dresden’s venerable spirit soaked through my pores.
But it wasn’t until my beloved friend started to sing, that my heart translated the stories she told me, the unspeakable truths of her tormented past.
Never have I been so moved by sound. Perspective winded me in all tenses.
If ever anyone should bow to any sense of venerable, it was now, at her humble feet. I took a photo, one that should be in the dictionary…