My father was killed by a German mine, while I lost other relatives in Allied bombing attacks.
mine, adj. Belonging to me if I can hold or seize it.
But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.
This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.
Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!
Beauty and Love are as body and soul. Beauty is the mine, LOVE is the diamond. They have together since the beginning of time- Side by side, step by step.