49 Why did you . . .

1989 is a historical caesura.

No matter how often one looks at it, the dictator’s execution prevented a story from being told, and the silencing of that story haunts my birthland.

The silhouettes of the dictator and his wife as they fell when executed.

I remember being scared of my shadow and how empty it felt. Some silhouettes are even emptier than shadows. Some pauses mark stories that cannot be finished.