walking towards the same cell.

the best proof is not

yes, i have read it but

i was there. You show

your palms and the lines

keep moving like roads

and trains. you mimic the

sound and you draw the

figures and show the colors

and you stand in front of them

as you make the signals in

your head< there, it is there>

but they never believe you

completely until you cry with

them. Until you become silent

with them. Until you tow the

line and bury your common

dead. For now, you are not

just a story teller but their

brother, a comrade, a prisoner

walking towards the same cell.