Tired and afraid of becoming desecrators we eat lunch behind windows looking out. Frankfurt, one of the first financial centres in Europe and since 1998 headquaters of the European Central Bank, has the flair of a manageable mini-metropolis and a Jewish retreat just outside our house. I do not feel German and I do not feel Dutch and I do not feel American, although the pretzel tastes good. We imagine the leaves, shuffling the collection images on the linolium, the deaf cat that licked my feet the night before, Martin and me.
Frankfurt am Main, Germany
R. J. McCuskey
Printed on soft pink paper, stapled and presented in 10 different covers