As an old woman, I have dreams of being a young woman.
I've run through the streets, trying to get back to one of the places I've lived, without being able to remember which one it is.
Or the job, which I'm so proud of, and not remembering where it is or where my commute is headed.
I sit at a bus stop, in Deuseldorf Germany, and I forget everything in the space of that wait.
Once, I escaped, a young woman trapped, arrested, kidnapped, stuck in a facility with others, a German camp? We are denied our clothes and only have hospital gowns.
I am only 24, but when I look in the mirror, I see an old woman. I can't imagine what kind of drugs they give me.
The bus will never come.
I miss the sense of being on a bus, going somewhere. All the buses, in my hometown, to the big city, across the country, the shuttle twice a day.
I met myself. Again. Only an old woman.
