Saturday, 03 January 2009

• Madrid

  A sadder piece, from the train station in Madrid, after the bombings:

  Instead of heading directly into the station, my companion and I take a while to simply walk around the make-shift memorial. You have to be careful where you step, for the candles spill out all over the sidewalk, making a unique pattern. There are signs and stories and poems taped to the windows, to the columns, to the ground. Flowers lay on the ground, and between the odor they emit and the smell of the burning candles, the air is filled with an almost sickening sweet smell. The smell of death and bodies and blood has been replaced by this smell, and I honestly can’t tell you that I think it’s any better than I’m sure the smell of death was earlier this month.

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