ESTACIÓN FINLANDIA

by Jorge Aulicino Translation: Silvia Camerotto I  1.        O Spirits of the Fallen Angels! While the rain hit the bunkers, Marisa, I did not think about you or the kids. In fact, I was not thinking if the lightning of that omnipresent enemy would reach me that night or the following night or when. I was not thinking about you nor about me, even though you might think it was selfish to dwadle away time fascinated by this phenomenon: the lightning, when they pierced the sky or fell on a nearby building and crushed it into ashes, iluminating the scenery with a boosting activity, like the onethat  is seldom found at the bottom of a thought; like the clarity of thought when it holds the naked and blinking thruth. 2.        Diary There is no chance that I become a war veteran. I will not go around the park with two dogs and my cloak: “There he comes, the wounded on...