A Voice From the Past
A voice From the Past
My childhood friend rang me he hadn’t been ringing me for some time
he is the shy type and only ring when he has been drinking and judging
by his infrequency of calls he is rather abstinent. He spoke of the time
he time of our boyhood when found, in a warehouse, Nazi uniforms and
put them on marching around the streets shouting “Hail Hitler” But this
in 1947 a time when children were given some room. If a child behaved
something like that today, now that time is so very intolerant we would
grow up not getting a job because of our childhoods’ criminal past.
Referring to Nazism is a crime and it doesn’t matter how old you were at
the time. He wants to visit me and I have told him that’s ok, yet I hope he
will not come; our childhood was eons ago and I cannot by mere words
bring him the magic he wants to hear of our infancy that in the end was
rather banal and full of dreams of what to do when we’re adults.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2011
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