International Relations
We met in Judaberg on a steep night. Snow tingled our voices. The melancholic appetite of the island immediately brought you closer to my body. Despite the friendly smiles, we shared the same fascination with war. European tales burned with vodka boiled the blood until dawn. The 4th of July is the day when Sigismund II annexed Lithuania to Poland. In the twentieth century your family was deported to Siberia. The North Sea scraped our words, while the snow crushed us in the oblivion of the island. I knew I could share with you my sovereign debt, my republican identity, the absence of sleep, fear and existentialism. We arrange to meet somewhere between the Ottoman Empire and the Byzantine Empire, around August. I got on the plane. You came by bus. When we arrived there southern Europe no longer interested you because you were dazzled by the conflicts in Lebanon.