I grew up amidst ruins,
remember a dead cat, exposed
on the debris pouring out of a
lonely porch of a destroyed house.
Destruction everywhere, also in my heart
I had no toys, no space to play,
refugees we were, displaced people.
In a box, I found two tiny wooden blocks,
And I found a thimble.
And a wooden mushroom,
which my mother used to darn the socks.
I placed the blocks on top of one another,
and added the thimble as turret,
gave the mushroom next to it
the order to stand straight
to serve as umbrella to keep me safe
in the house, which I constructed.