My son received this photo taken by a friend, who had spotted this strangely-familiar looking cat in Brixton, and sent it to me. He added:.
"Perhaps surveying the ruins of Berlin, frail, confused
and alone, his empire reduced to rubble, the Allies on his doorstep,
his generals defected or dead, the true scale of his gargantuan folly
weighing unbearably down upon him. What course is left, then, but that
of suicide. Berlin, May 2nd, 1945, transposed to Brixton, The Other
Day, 2010."
