No Smoke Without a Homely Fire

Cologne Christmas market/2016

Where are we?

Spain.

How did we get here?

Memory Lane, turned left…

The train, I remember the train.

Of course. Step of the train, wait ‘till it leaves, cross the tracks and follow the path through the bushes.

The house was cold.

Dark.

A little sad.

That was because of him.

You can’t remember his name?

No. He was from Chile, but that’s not why he was sad.

Though he had reason. What was her name?

Yollanda? No; Mercedes, I think.

She was beautiful.

Still is.

Memory Lane, turn left.