Junge ins Dunkel
By Renko Doremi Rodenburg I have a sister. My mother cannot see my sister, or at least pretends she cannot. It hurts her. Sometimes at night, I am somewhere else. I try to tell her, but she pretends not to listen. Later she brings it up in public. They laugh. The child is sick. It’s funny. At night, I am like a painting. I am watched from afar, a blot of colours on a canvas…
