Every day
I go to work
for my wife, Olga,
so she has enough for shopping.
I must make an effort.
The weekend approaches
and the children would like to eat on Sunday.
We still have not succeeded
in breaking this bad habit.
(1985)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was written in 1985.. the ''Iron curtain'' was still there!