There was not much left when the water withdrew. Miles behind the coast the destruction was not so heavy but still the car park of the supermarket was flooded.
“What is your name, Miss?”
The voice of the friendly looking young man seemed not to reach Eva´s ears.
“Miss? Where do you come from?”
Eva stared at the water, silently. Then with a sudden move she turned around.
“I didn´t let her off, “she said with a soundless voice.
“She must be here somewhere, I didn´t let her off, I´m sure -”
Shopping carts drifted in the muddy water like homeless boats.
This story I dedicate to all those, who survived any kind of catastrophe and feel guilty because they could not save their beloved ones.The title „homeless“ means not only the loss of a physical home but more than that the feeling of having lost the „Heimat“ of your heart.