Remii Hansen

“Two souls set forth through Schlachthaus green,
To chase the great… or so we’d dream.
Two drunken men exchanged a fight
Or so it seemed at first in sight.
No fists of rage, no final stand,
Just mates being mates, as we’d soon understand.

The trail ran dry, our quest looked through,
“We’ve reached the end…” or so we knew.
Yet one more path lay out of sight,
Calling softly, left then right.

There waited Peeter, hedgehog small,
The quietest hero of them all.
He watched us pass with timid grace,
Then vanished without leaving trace.

Past hidden trees, where shadows grew,
A graffitied ruin came in view.
One stranger crossed… we held our breath
The ghost? The killer? …might as well have been Steph!

No idols won, no kingdoms claimed,
Just laughter echoing, unashamed.
For every ordinary trail can start
An expedition of the heart.”

Photos made by the amazing n future proffi @_zanbertus_ 🫶🙏🏻