It happened in a small town of Hitler’s heartland.
The flow of more suffering was pumped nicely out, and a small piece of it had now arrived.
Jews were being marched through the outskirts of Munich, and one teenage girl somehow did the unthinkable and made her way through to walk with them. When the soldiers pulled her away and threw her to the ground, she stood up again. She continued.
The morning was warm.
Another beautiful day for a parade.
Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers.
Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day the Louvre forbids running.
My cat licking yogurt off of her own nose is what I live for.