Huemeyra in Berlin-Kreuzberg

Turkish woman in Berlin Kreuzberg, from the project Sprachbilder/Bildsprachen – Text meets Photography

Text: Petrus Akkordeon

or whatever your name may be
we probably never find each other
in this world
and then in those world
Why did you become a flower
a tree
when was your ivy a fence
when did the question begin?
i always carry paradises with me
practically they trickle
out of my gardener bags
I plant a garden
next to your garden
for your garden
sometimes I wonder
why would i be a deer
so I can run through your forest
hunted by your own dog
I hide in you < br /> in front of me
you in front of me