The Boy from Bombay (for Varuna and Ian) He sleeps - one fist clenched on a fragment of India. Shadow-brothers moving behind his eyelids curl up on their low beds clatter their metal breakfast plates. A roomful of lost boys. He wakes to the crisp Swiss air the clean grey streets a view of the mountains. He wakes to new parents. At last they'd brought him home! The new child with the new name. Amit André, seeing with his ears hearing with his eyes, his present tumbling over his past and future. An absence of dust. A computerised image of Amit with elephants announces his arrival. His forefinger stroking an immense turquoise forehead. The boy from Bombay in loving command of paper animals. His eyes watchful and amazed.

Tijdschriftenbank Zeeland

Ballustrada | 2003 | | pagina 23