what can I tell you about Lublin or Cracow

about old Wieliczka or theaters in Warsaw

when my heart bleeds among countless tombs in Treblinka

in nightmarish silence in Majdanek

the skeletons of the barracks are still screaming

in Auschwitz

with a sound that makes my soul die all over again

what sense makes having all the good impressions

when all those places are weighing so heavy on me

erasing from the earth's surface all those human beings

nevertheless, I am a tourist among tombs

even the nonexistent ones