The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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This is one of the many memories Zehra has from her trip to Germany.  She remembered the streets, smells, and sights; and this is one of the memories that she talked about while discussing her time abroad.  She found it interesting that she never came across a rocking pig in America and told me she automatically thought about the idiom

I walked by the quaint shops in the old town located just outside of Essen Germany and felt a sense of peace.  The air was brisk, the sky was cloudy, and a soft wind occasionally laced itself through my tied hair.  It was a quiet weekday morning and the place that would usually be full of animated people was somewhat empty.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” I told Ingrid, my boyfriend’s mom.  She met my smile with a soft one of her own and voiced “Of course,” in return.  

We continued to walk in occasional silence and breath in the cool air until I saw the pig.  It looked like the ones back home that rocked back and forth after you sat on it, except I had never seen one in the shape of a pig before.

“A flying pig,” I laughed as we approached it.  Something about it made me want to get on and relive my childhood all over again.

“Go ahead,” Ingrid told me, nodding toward the smiling pig.  I looked at the dynamic statue one more time before I grabbed the bar and hopped on.

“Okay Wilbur, let’s fly,” I smiled as I swung my body back and let a short, childish laugh escape my throat.    

When Pigs Fly

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Winter 2014
Germany

This is one of the many memories Zehra has from her trip to Germany. She remembered the streets, smells, and sights; and this is one of the memories that she talked about while discussing her time abroad. She found it interesting that she never came across a rocking pig in America and told me she automatically thought about the idiom "when pigs fly" when she saw it.

Tags: Germany, pig, essen
Decade: 2010s
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Recorded by Derya Yilmaz on April 8, 2014
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