Barn | Matt Nielsen

"Wow" thought the old man as he crested the hillside. He knew that the site wasn't going to be pretty, even after all of these years. The building was little more than 4 crumbling wooden walls around a crater. All of the destruction was already being overgrown with the native weeds and brush. A few more years and there would be nothing left to see. The old man turned to his interpreter and commented that it was a good thing he came when he did. The interpreter spoke to their guide in his native german and they all 3 shared a smile. Time had healed the rift between them somewhat, and the old man could truly feel the sorrow coming from his guide over what had happened.

"I can see why he would have taken refuge here" said the old man. The coutryside was truly beautiful, and reminded him of the rolling hills and old barns that dotted it in his home country. "He would have felt comfortable and safe in this place." As they closed the gap between them and the barn the old man wept. At last he had made it. At last he would have some closure.