Club Romance — My Stories (№ 438765)

The world was about to fall apart, burn to the ground in the fire of human hatred. And I... I was lying in some Belgian village unknown to me on bare ground next to a German soldier and a British doctor. The unknown lay ahead. I lay there and realized that, it seems, I am where I should be. Thoughts turned to Lawrence and Yoka, to all those articles that I have already written and what I will write again. Everything I have seen and will see again. Everything unforgettable and passing, big and small, disgusting and beautiful. Something secret, inaccessible stirred in me while I looked at the sky. Its boundlessness and the absence of any boundaries were awe-inspiring and at the same time inspiring. The second wind opened the realization that I can do so much... So much to tell. Inside, a candle that had gone out was lit and a desire to move forward appeared. The desire to create now felt stronger than before.