Chapter V

Remember me

The headlines in treacherous newspapers

Smeared me

Colored me

For I have been colorless since the defeat

(Except for the color of loss)

Before which I used to read the face of the sand

(Sand become like hard currency

Sand turned into mats

Beneath the feet of the Defense Army)

So remember me

As you would a smuggler

A sentimental singer

A colonel's cap

Or New Year's decoration

Remember me

When the eye-witnesses

When the minutes of Parliament

When the list of declared accusations have forgotten me

Farewell

And farewell