I am nothing more than the ragged-looking homeless individual who sits on the sidewalk of the busy street.

You dogs, you do not suffer from such feelings and reactions, the lack of friendly feelings, snobbism, arrogance, self-satisfaction, and pride. And indifference, always indifference.

A MURMUR LOUDER THAN A CRY BY EUGENIA MAVROMMATI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 13

What a beautiful bridge. Dressed with a gown of lights shining like stars. Yes, this is one way to describe it.

Standing before the bridge, I imagined this picture: I had a snowball in my hand that was slowly melting and melting. So what remained of it at the end? A little bit of water and nothing more. This is how I felt about myself.

But this bridge, this monument, this massive construction guaranteed a place for those who made it in posterity; they are united with the city in eternity.

But, I, where do I stand in its history? All right, I am nothing more but the ragged-looking homeless individual who sits on the sidewalk of the busy street. Yet, am I part of this city or not? If yes, do I have the right to be a part of something…