Imagine you’ll sit in a fairly
Well renovated subterranean
Amongst hundred Slovakians
Listening to the talk of a female
Candidate for the position of
The presidency of their country
But you don’t understand the
How that all might be
The poet likes to be the guide
Fr Mr T – Who –
Whatever excuse he might need
Is keen travelling to Bratislava.
Isn’t it though his home town
So once beloved by his father and
Now again by his son?
Here at an assembly of people
Good looking Zuzana C holds her
Open discussion at the start of
Her campaign to become elected
For the presidency of Slovakia.
The poet doodles into his notebook
Adds some words and studies his
Contemporaries at the discussion.
Zuzana’s emerald green costume
Not only suits her golden hair
But the poet guesses
Is symbolically relevant for what
She tries to get verbally across.
Mr T takes the microphone and adds
His responses with empathy on
Salient points of democracy
As he tells the poet later
When they say a few words to
Suzana C wishing her good luck
Handing her A Frankl reproductions
And their personal calling cards.
All friends are here from many
Get-togethers before: Ferro/
Ivan/ and others.
The poet knows many by face
But not by their names.
‘Here is a familiar face’
A man announces with a broad
Smile. Indeed. The poet greets
Him back with a smile.
That’s how Ferro met him last time
In Bratislava for a video-filming
On Holocaust survivors and also
Witnesses of such horrendous
Ferro tells the poet that he admires
Mr T’s tenacity for widening the
Circle about his father’s quest
Teaching tolerance against racism
Brutal repression and pogroms.