The Berlin Pictures by M. C. Dulac EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: M. C. Dulac
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Anyone passing through the Berlin Hauptbahnhof would not look closely at
the tall, lanky figure sitting on the bench outside. He was just another
homeless man in this vast city, wearing an old shabby suit, too loose for his
angular frame. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were listless; his foot
twitched as his lips trembled with unspoken words. His eyes would
occasionally roam the skyline and a glint of animation would appear in his
face.
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His thoughts were wandering. In them may have been a memory of his
childhood home and the shadowy figure of his father; or the red scarf of his
childhood scout group and the green grass of the Baltic coast; or a memory
of teachers now dead, like the ideology they had drilled into him. As his
thoughts meandered, he saw himself crossing a line, a forbidden line, but it
didn’t matter anymore, because there was no East nor West Berlin now and
all the past had faded away. Much had faded away for him too, but he could
not always remember precisely what he had lost. Things hadn’t gone well
for him lately, he reflected that morning, things hadn’t gone well for a
while.
But the sun shone today, and there was warmth in the air and that was
good, and he liked to be among all the movement and activity of the railway
station. Soon he would start his rounds of the city. In the mid morning he
would go to the park and in the afternoon he might go to the other railway
stations. At dusk he would catch the train to the outskirts of the city as
always, to watch the setting sun and while away the evening with the other
homeless men who lived by the riverbank.
He put his long elegant hands in his pocket and shakily drew out a
cigarette, leaving it unlit in his mouth. He let his memories flicker through
his mind, trying to remember the point of it all. Words floated from his thin
lips, as the Berlin crowds parted around him.
The homeless man looked up, his head unsteady. On the pavement
before him was an angel. An angel in a khaki jacket and jeans. No, not an
angel, but a young woman with long flowing hair which caught the morning
sun. The angel had stopped and was gazing at him thoughtfully.
“Paul,” he heard his mother say, but his mother had been dead for many
years.
Paul, the homeless man, kept staring at the angel in the khaki jacket.
Her eyes were green-blue, a strange, intense colour that deepened as she
stood there. She lifted something. A camera. In the cacophony of the
station, the never-ending buzz of announcements, trains and footsteps, he
did not hear the click. He stared at a small light that glowed from the lens.
The young woman lowered the camera and smiled. Paul watched as she
turned around and joined the crowds streaming out of the station.
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