Just Floo

WAS BLEIBT What Remanis is not about who died. It's about who stayed to watch. Snow covers everything but not guilt. The coat is the only warm color in a blue world. Keep it minimal. One lie, repeated for two nights, becomes a life. Shadow Beneath the Streetlamp The café had fallen quiet when I turned to leave. The night was piercingly cold. Beyond Hamburg’s old Speicherstadt warehouses, wind cut straight to the bone. I drew my black wool coat tight, hands buried deep in pockets, a half-smoked cigarette still caught between my lips. Above, gray clouds churned wild over red-tiled rooftops. Nearly two in the morning. An uncanny stillness hung over the streets. Only the distant blast of a ferry horn, and ambulance sirens ricocheting through narrow canals. Warehouse walls rose high, hemming in the sky. From Reeperbahn, the weary trundled home. And I — faced a three-hour train ride back to Cuxhaven. I stood frozen at the canal’s edge when he appeared. Beneath the streetlamp’s glow he st...

Bayangan di Bawah Lampu Jalan Kafe telah sepi saat aku beranjak pergi. Malam itu terasa membeku hingga ke tulang. Di luar kawasan Speicherstadt, angin menusuk tajam. Aku merapatkan jaket wol hitam, tangan terbenam di saku, rokok setengah habis masih terjepit di bibir. Di atas sana, awan kelabu bergejolak liar di atas deretan atap bata merah. Hampir pukul dua pagi. Keheningan ganjil menyelimuti jalanan. Hanya samar klakson kapal feri dari kejauhan, dan lengkingan sirine yang memantul di celah kanal. Dinding-dinding gudang menjulang tinggi, membatasi langit. Dari arah Reeperbahn, orang-orang yang kelelahan melangkah pulang. Dan aku — masih harus menempuh perjalanan tiga jam menuju rumah di Cuxhaven. Aku terpaku di tepi kanal ketika ia muncul. Berdiri tepat di bawah pantulan lampu jalan, mengenakan mantel wol berwarna cokelat pasir — persis seperti yang ia pakai malam terakhir kami bertemu. Dan di sana, senyum yang begitu kuingat, terasa hangat meski hanya dalam ingatan. Mustahil itu dia....