Or, Or Poem by Ali Podrimja

Should you long
to see Albanians
Go down to the train station in a big city

Worn-out shoes they wear
And white socks

Or or

On Marienplatz or at the Eiffel Tower
just whistle a heroic tune
Into a circle you go
there you have them all those rigid faces

But do not be frightened off
For solitude can make you sick
That awesome brutality of cement

(Munich, 18 April 1992)