And leave there, in the furnace, the love that has escaped, and the son who may be carrying your gait to a foreign country.
Sometimes people think that the big secrets are about murder, about money, about crime.
And sometimes the biggest secrets are about something much quieter:
for a life you could live but chose not to.
1985, Strandja Mountain: my father-in-law opened the old coal furnace and saw the life he had left to pass. Since then, the forest has been silent.
And the box – though it came out of the furnace and stays in our home – still weighs with the same silence.
Whether we will ever interrupt it – this is already our choice.
