The amusement park, bastion of those who resist
time’s relentless flow by having a ball.
Backpacks on our backs, we entered the amusement
park weary and exhausted like saddled horses and
collapsed on the grass. We ate green grapes, white
cheese and warm bread under a palm tree. I leaned
back against the tree, she rested her head on my
knees. We relaxed. Soon we heard the shrieks of
the amusement park. Like crazed birds, the revellers
were hurling themselves over a precipice before
being caught up short on the hook of their own screams.
The mad hullaballoo enveloped us too. We got up
and bought two tickets. We were going to ride the
‘Kamikaze’. Emptying our pockets and
bags, we handed the bags over to the kamikaze operator
and took our places. Our pockets were empty, our
IDs gone. We were going to our death?