you cannot unsee once
you have seen.
— aja monet

It was on a trip.
The plane didn’t land at that country’s airport; it landed in another one.
That country wasn’t on the map.
But if we passed through checkpoints and walls and other borders, we would get there.
To a part of a country that had once been whole.
He said, write everything down now, don’t wait.
Write while it’s still warm.
And I wrote.
— Joana Craveiro / Teatro do Vestido