There were three of us br that summer br br you me & br that funny Mr. Hitler br br all coming br together br br perfectly poised br in our trajectory br br as if it were br our destiny. br br For us there would never be br another summer br br storm clouds br gathering on an horizon br br rooks rising angrily into the air br br you fading into br memory br br yellowing photographs br in which you never age. br br Mr Hitler br and his Charlie Chaplin moustache br br nothing but a page br in a history book br br you br never coming back br br me forever br going back br br to a point br in time br br when I could call you br mine...