Call From the Past

Yesterday I received a call from friends from my past.

From past geography and time

I could fake happiness

I lied that I wanted to call myself but lost the number

-          Are you still in the city?- they asked me

-          Of course, where else can I be?!- I told them

They told me that someone is missing

Someone, finally, got married, and someone died

I found some words to reply, I was trying to talk quickly, I was busy

But today I looked at the sky

To dry my eyes or to wait for the rain

This city always has some news

It appears that most important events happen in this city

Why it appears so?

Why?

So many people gone and disappeared

And there is no news from them

Or maybe it’s me who disappeared? And where is my news?

I often want to call people who I think I know

And I often imagine that every voice and loud noise is addressed to someone

Who am I looking for in this city?

This city knows : those who arrived are definatly right

Those who stayed- even more right

I completely confused

You can not highlight me from those who burn here

Where someone is waiting for me?

Where someone is happy to see me?

Where someone will sincerely and strongly hug me?

And why do I so much care about this city's sky?

And would this sky hug me, the sky where I never was…

Original text by Evgeny Grishkovec, translated by Evgeny Latypov