I got as a gift from her a piece of paper in which one day fancy dark chocolate from Belgium was wrapped in.
“Chocolate From Heaven” was the name on the package.
Every night the Heaven detached from my wall.
Every morning I was used to hang it on again
My trials to patch the Heaven is what she had in mind when she gave me the Chocolate.
The Chocolate is a daily exercise to remember about us,
a way-out from the european geography of suffocation.