A stupid rainy day. Another one, the umpteenth in Soviet Europe. It kindly keeps the dust down, but moving through the rubble is difficult. The risk is that of slipping and breaking a bone. I'm in the right alley. I can't see the door, though. Ah! There it is, at the end, behind those boards. Now it's only a question of grit - stepping into a future that sounds so surreal.
But, even so, less surreal than what we've endured in this wrecked country for the last forty years.
It's Berlin, 18 October 1987.
This was an entry in PunyComp 2024, where it tied 2nd out of 6 entries. It can be downloaded or played online at itch.io.
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