Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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A city that right from the start invites one to stay. At<br />
driving in on the two storied Bay Bridge. At the smell of<br />
water, salt and fish. At the many wooden houses, painted<br />
in blue, yellow, pink and green. At the fresh air that<br />
wafts off the ocean, thanks to which we can sleep without<br />
air conditioning for the fist time since leaving Denver.<br />
Windows open.<br />
In the bay close to our hotel room ships use their foghorns<br />
to announce they’re there. In the street a woman<br />
is crying. A man shouts ‘fuck’. Much later a man sings a<br />
song in Spanish. It sounds like something from an opera,<br />
classical, with stretched tones. A beautiful song. For nobody.<br />
For everybody. For himself. The sound comes and<br />
goes. Graceful and pure through the silent night. I hear<br />
him sing until he’s beyond reach.<br />
August 2007<br />
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