the displaced

it is difficult to love this country, i thought many times, one afternoon walking through the heat of molten air.  but the people are always warm, no matter the odds and flaws.  and that is why, maybe, not far away a foreigner has decided to stay.  carrying his toddler child, he points at a very clear blue sky and a bird and speaks his German, his child happy with him.  an other world fitting itself in.