"On the bench"
A birch in the Memorial Park tells:
I'm not a human, but a white birch, I can not speak. In return, I can listen. And a rainy day in May 2005, it happened that I saw a woman I had seen before.
She came here on the trail in the Memorial Park, she looked searching around and when she reached me she stopped. And like then, she sat down in the grass below me.
At the time many years ago, she had shaken her entire body and did not say a word. But now she looked into the mild summer rain and began to talk.The words flowed out of her mouth.
"Remembrance year, wolf cry, scissors clapping, soil on the face, and when i was here last sixty years ago, i was seventeen, It was right after the war, and i froze, i was bald. And I could only think of what I had lost. Franz, who was shot, because he had tried to desert.
My hair they cut off, German lass, they had cried, when i lay on the ground behind my childhood home in Skagen.
I moved to Aarhus, I spent the night here, and the next morning when I heard birds singing, thumping fear under my ribs.
As young you wish to be admired, to be successful, to succeed.
All of that! When you grow older you want more. For example, the sound of rain, like a small dot on the roof of childhood's gazebo.
And now I often have the idea that my grandmother is hovering over me. She is of course dead many years ago, but in the arms she holds a board as she pushes towards me and says no-one can do for their feelings.
And then I put my stomach over the board and swings on the rain. For yes i loved Franz .... but then life went on. I gave birth to his child. And today, where I sit here again, I feel happily paradoxically" The woman laid his cheek towards my tribe, It got completely quiet, and since I'm not a human being but a birch tree. I could not add anything only touch her face with the branches.
By: Inge Pedersen
As a part of "Atlas over Aarhus"
Location: Mindeparken / Aarhus / Danmark 🇩🇰