This picture emerged.
|In Memoriam Henryk Pepel d 5.9.1942 at Pahlavi|
A boy, just on the cusp of adolescence. Two sisters he could no longer look after. Reaching Pahlevi after a nightmare journey on a crowded boat, already sick. Reaching a place with hot, hot sands. In a tent on the shoreline. Slowly fading from this world.
I feel his circling presence.