We ourselves are symbols and signs - we are no more, where is the key? Are we the lock, who opens for us in a real room? --- Selv er vi symboler og tegn - mer er vi ikke, hvor er nøkkelen? Er vi låsen, hvem åpner for oss i et virkelig rom?

 

My land without name,
   without Covid 19,
Who
   awaits me?
And close my hand around
   afistful of empty flint.
But I walked down the road of hope,
   and the light was soft, and the 
   shade was a green coffin.