masha, sasha, alex, zhenya.......listen.......quiet..........misha go on





I came here about 8 years ago or was it 80, I cant remember now...it doesn't matter any more, but I came from a distance.


Listen its just some people, some were couples some not......men and women, dispossessed. I’m saying nothing new here, absolutely nothing you know.


We had love and we have love, some love each other….and we are on trains…across valleys, fields, forests, forests, forests, forests, snow, heat, ice, wind, rain and cold and then water…….perhaps 1hr or was it 1 week or was it 1month or was it 1 year…it doesn’t matter now…really…then we arrived on a place.....I don't know......... or had I heard about it...perhaps I had

We have each other........... work............. and we give up everything, we hate each other and we love each other and we are indifferent to everything….or were we….I can’t remember now it doesn’t really matter or did we realise.... and what was there to realise?…..it doesn’t matter.


Listen I was never cold……………well…..once.........perhaps……but that’s later...it happened later...at the end I remember……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………?



Misha go on…….



Well we did realise of course, how could you not, smells, sounds….and that taste or was it all the same…..


Its what you see in front of you…all the time and every time and I didn’t have a choice…I saw everything in front of me and I know……………everything I know and think and want and couldn’t think….some things know…...perhaps…well yes but I’m not going further…it not so important now..lets leave it…


Please Misha…….go on


Listen…………………… no subject here just the object……… you have to understand this, that is very important to me……..



Then its gone, everything everything do you understand?...do you understand that...remember

Afterwards things re-appear, not in any special order but little moments are disclosed, just things, sometimes random sometimes connected. Incidental or not it’s the pressure of the place it just forces them up and out….things are just reporting back, what they are and what they have done and seen……….




like I have been telling you





Laughing, not connected, sort of slipping, a long time gone perhaps or not, always failing, didn’t want to see, different directions, only me, teeth were good…why do I have to think about these things…


tell them to leave, tell him to leave, tell her to leave, laughing, I thought nothing was fixed…together…laughing….in the end…..laughing……remember what was bad………..but it wasn’t really, laughing…


do you want me to help you up before you leave?…..c’on its not that bad..I tell you…..laughing…..you were there……laughing………..Listen I feel like laughing….let me help you up.