The window darkened among the slates, of the roofs of Amsterdam, calls Kitty to invoke the lares, in the nest, temporary, prepared in haste before the storm by the pelican, once the dream of Moses is gathered. And Frank, Van Daan and Dussel, Margot and Peter, on the Prinsengracht, with the great sailing boat and the strokes of the bell of Westertoren, with Elli and Miep.

And the chains of memories that catapult the swallow and the crooked flight of the blind nocturnal bird, driven insane since the thunder chooses the worm-eaten marsh of the prophet, in prayer, on the disjointed tables of hatred, on the impossible ways of hope. "In the evening, in bed, I feel alone, in a prison, no father no mother. Sometimes, I wander through the streets, or our secret hide out is on fire, or they come at night to take us away. I see all of these things, as if I truly lived them with my own body and I sense that they are going to happen soon".

The tender calls of the woman are announced on the germinal caesuras of the enchanted pollens of adolescence, on the emotions, plunged onto the transparent bottom of memories, onto the webs, woven with muffled gags of silence, in the nights of Cancer and dreams, burnt bare. Clouds and touches of lilac, grey and white, driven low between canals and bridges, between windmills, with bare vanes, rediscover the hours, beaten by the rain and the field of the reaper, in the brown slice of deserted moor lands, on the huts of peat, and the orange meadows, of worthless, sunless tulips. Dark eyes and hair, hard to set, rejects the plaits and falls onto the neck, pressing on the lips, on the fleshy and defenceless cut, at the amazed consciousness of oneself, ready to welcome the event, resting on the unpredictable scenarios of individual representations and collective events.
Like the hippogriff, which cannot forget the net, abandoned on the riverbank and rests its wings on slight and instable rushes of wind. "Eva is indisposed; oh! How I wish I were too, it seems so important! … After all of the frights of yesterday, at last something good and … hope. Hope for an end, hope for peace".

Why don't little girls tear the pole from the paper rabbit's eye? How many barrels of vinegar are there in the tin soldiers' watchtowers? Where do birches go in the summer if the snow doesn't melt in the spring? Who do cloth dolls play with in the lofts of abandoned houses? When do balls of wool come back to colour a new winter? Of what use is a top hat, a stick and devil's tail if it doesn't rain in June, in the evening?

Amsterdam is still.
With the yellow stars of David unstitched in Bergen Belsen and Westerbork, and also in Warsaw, Treblinka, Dachau, Mauthausen, Buchenwald, Auschwitz and Birkenau: Arbeit Macht Frei! Free men don't tear the barbed wire of the fields and the swastikas, stained by death, in the Einsatzgruppen, growl upon the final solution, for a total, tomb Endlosung. "Remember what Amalek did to you on your journey, when you left Egypt; how, undeterred by fear of God, he surprised you on the march when you were famished and weary, and cut down all the stragglers in your rear".
Let your name be cancelled out!

" … Consider if this is a woman, / Without hair and without a name / With no strength left to remember / With empty eyes and a cold womb / Like a frog in winter. / Reflect on what has been: / I command you these words. / Engrave them into your heart / At home walking along the street, / Lying down getting up; / Repeat them to your children … ".

And then, only an infinite plain of ash will remain. And the ghosts will haunt the forests and cities without memory. And it will be possible to curse, sing and cry without shame. And then, again, when everything is finished, it will be possible to look back once more.
A leather bottle of wine and honey, a jug of pearls in a row. And thinking with zed: zander and, zealot, zibeline and, zircon, zibet and, zouave, zincite and, zymurgy, zizania and, zither, ziram and, zephyr, zodiac and, zeolite, zoolite and, Zwingli, zinnia and.

In the copper lace tavern the accounts add up. And the dog is not sleeping tonight.