Just pass them by.
Don’t ask questions to people sitting at the walls,
don’t stare at women’s wrinkles,
don’t wait for the men’s homecoming,
don’t bend over the cradles,
keep your eyes dry of tears,
don’t wave your hand “goodbye”,
don’t smile.
Without taking photos,
without writing poems about them,
go back to your tourist bus,
press your forehead against a cold window
fooling yourself that you have seen nothing,
that you will never remember
and indeed – don’t remember!
Never!
Never ever remember!
Translated by Tatev Chakhian
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