|Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 15, 2010 at 9:18 AM|
Soccer all day
Columns of cars, blaring horns through our street,
a football team had won, screaming people wrapped
In long red scarves, although it was a warm night and
ditto silly hats. I witnessed a victory parade. I dislike
football almost as much as I hate war; but since fewer
people get killed during a football skirmish than in
a real war, I gladly tolerate a bit of kicking about.
I could do without the loud noise, sound as air raid
warning and brings back memory of war when bombs
fell from the sky. I sat on mother’s lap, her arms safely
around me, in a cellar that stank of clammy humanity
and dazed terror waiting for the game to end. It did.
Columns of tanks, a military band, flags kissing the sky,
and for one whole day no one bickered about life.