“Fourteen…………fifteen……………sixteen”
He stopped counting because the soldier had stopped
walking. The soldier turned and the boy started to count again. Once more the
gap was sixteen seconds, or at least sixteen of the boy’s counts.
That’s all the time he had. Sixteen seconds between life
and death. Off to the right were two builders, placing bricks upon bricks, and
not paying much attention to anyone. None of this was his fault, all he had
done was make his usual weekend trip to see his Grandmother in eastern Berlin
and now, in front of him, was a wall stopping his return.
bobby stevenson 2015
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