Ramstein mon amour

...I still...remember, the sirens of Ramstein
the cloudy summer afternoon of June and the terrified screams when the news started circulating on TV.

Fortunately there were subterranean bunkers, which were built back in 2034 or 2035, if I remember correctly...the government's decision to overpopulate the base with nuclear...again, well...it was a gradual and wrong decision, now I know

later I knew.

My family and I could reach a close bunker in the nick of time, right and in time

I don't really know what happened, how it was, nobody who saw it survived, and nobody who survived saw it.

We never knew how it was.

The bunkers were hermetically closed, the transmission of the TV channels disappeared, the news heard on the radio were extremely imprecise and chaotic, since the radio stations had to broadcast from the bunkers, scattered all along Europe, everything was confusion

nobody knew how it was.

The years in the bunker were strange, my memories are blurry now, I was only 11, maybe we were 1 year there, maybe 2, maybe 3...

later I realized we were apart, isolated from a world that was being destroyed.

Unloved.

2)

Many babies were born in the bunkers, they were called The Kids of the New Europe, they suffer an intriguing sensitivity to light until today, and their torsos are rarely long

those hermetic refuges had sufficient food for several years, but the quality of the water was pretty poor...though it was our lovely suberranean Universe, the only one we ended knowing and loving
our new created reality, kilometers and kilometers down, deep kilometers down under the soil of Ramstein...Ramstein mon amour.


I don't remember how or when we got out of the bunkers
I don't know who were the first ones to dare

or maybe I knew it one day, but don't remember it anymore.

Our years in the bunker were strange
things happened in the dark, metallic corridors of those remote subterranean refuges, in the most remote rooms and cellars of those bunkers

things that my mind wouldn't allow me to remember
that myself wouldn't allow me to remember.

My retina saw too many things that my mind has blocked, things which are filed into my brain


occult.



My first memories about the exterior are dim and mixed, the destruction was absolute, nothing at all was left

I couldn't stand the air, which smelled very different now
different to the memories I had about the smell of the air, prior to the destruction.

Europe was taken back to the Stone Age, nothing in the exterior survived, not even one building

the evening we came out of the bunker the air was cold.

Many people lost their minds when they came out of the bunkers: everything was deleted, erased in its entirety.

But this happened many, one too many years ago





too many to remember.