Where I'm from

I am from a narrow valley, the mountains seem like walls
which give me a feeling of security and cosiness.

I am from a big house,
divided between my grandparents and my family.

I remember the stairs,
2 stairs to the cellar.

The old door leading from the cellar
to my grandparents' part of our house.

The telephone is on the ground floor,
in the huge, palace-like staircase.

2 big staircases leading to the second floor,
an “inn” run by my cousins.

Green curtains and noise.

Outside – the fruit trees and the big silver fir and the so sad looking “weeping birch”
where I often hid from the world outside.

Soccer in the garden,
“You are too soft, you need to be more aggressive to win!”

I hide behind the “weeping birch”
who is as sad as I am –
she understands me!

Family gatherings in our small living room and in the kitchen
 too many people – too tight!
Nevertheless it is nice sitting together with the whole extended family.

I go to my bedroom –
up the stairs.

I have a look out of my window:
It's dark outside,
you can only see contours of our neighbour's apple trees.

After a long day of shouting and learning
I go to my bed, hug my toy dog Bello and cry myself to sleep.

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