I woke up at oncenknocking on my doornsweat gleaned on my forehead by the moonlightnfrom the street belowncame the rumbling of Black Marysnthey gave me five minutesnto dress upnno morennStalingrad, a powerful state, an old dreamneveryone's an enemy, no sleep at nightsnyet a strange longingnnmy son looked at me so quietlynhe knew what he had donenI said goodbye to my wifenand left without wordsngoing down it struck menhow I loved my sonnbut more than menmy son loved the land