When the wall is apart
The Wall
This is
A great wall. My grandfather's wall. On the wall are the names of those who died in the war many years ago.
"Where is Grandpa's name?" I asked my father. "We'll look for it, son," he replied.
My father and I walked quite a distance along the wall to find my grandfather's name.
We are still slowly walking... while searching for a name...
The wall was so black and shiny that it looked like a mirror. The wall was so shiny that I could even see my father and I moving in it.
I looked closely at the mirror-like wall, and behind us, I could clearly see the leafless, skeletal trees and the clouds floating in the air.
At that moment, we saw someone like us looking for the name on the wall. The person was pushing his wheelchair and looking for the name. It turned out that the person had no legs.
I was looking at the man. When he saw me looking, he smiled.
"Hi, little boy"
"Hi"
His hat was green and soft. There were many medals on the hat. His pants were rolled up. And his shirt was a military shirt.
Along the brick wall, flowers and other items are arranged as nostalgic mementos.
There are also flags, teddy bears, and letters. Letters and more
They even weigh down the lightweight items with small stones to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.
Some people left a small rose under the wall (and bowed their heads before leaving).
"Have you found your grandfather yet?" I asked. "No, I haven't. There are too many names, so it's hard to find them easily."
