As the title might suggest I was trying to find some poetic sentences to describe this picture.
But I couldn’t,because the more I looked at the picture the less sense it made. In fact it made no sense to me at all.
What is the sense of keeping all these shoes? Were they meant as trophies? Of all the attire that one possesses , the shoes are the most personal items.Looking at my own feet, I am a size 13, additionally my feet are wide and high. No one could ever walk a mile in my shoes, no one but me anyway.
That brings me back to my questions, why keep these shoes? They will be useless to others because they won’t fit.
Looking at the picture I also realized that no one of us, except for those very few survivors, could ever walk a mile in these shoes, figuratively…
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