Is it possible,
Do they still exist?
The real, red tomatoes
Which were shining in the sun
On some broken stands
In the corners of the ruined streets
In Warsaw.
I still remember,
When we were marching by
After the uproar,
Taken from the hiding places
By the Gestapo,
To be sent away
To the unknown.
We were so hungry —
Many days without food.
The houses were ruined,
The streets smashed in disorder.
But,
Mostly what I noticed —
What I longed for —
Were the juicy, red tomatoes
Shining in the sun
