The sky was dark not blue and evening was near
It was in the middle of the bridge.
I only saw his black clothes, a giant of a mountain.
His body language was not friendly talk.
Everything happened so quickly, “ssshhh, don’t scream or you will die,” he said.
His rough hands pushed me to the ground.
I couldn’t get up or walk straight after the war, I was like an injured soldier.
It was already evening, but those words brought evening in my heart.