We left our homes and drove the road to where the land and sea are joined.
There, we picked up the books, in two heavy boxes.
They didn't have to deliver them, because we came ourselves to load them.
You carried the boxes, up the steep stairs. Up the steep stairs your carried each box, and after the second you caught your breath.
Today we will offer the books to people.
I will keep quiet. I'll watch you, taking and offering, and I'll see the faces change, and the hands open and close.
We will carry the books, with their stories, and drive the road that follows us.
- Silke Heiss, 17th September 2019
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