Lena was waiting for a train at a small Swiss railway station
She was reading a novel by Ayn Rand
The question not who is going to let me
But its who is going to stop me
This collection of seemingly random words
Were spinning in her head
In the distance she heard the siren of a police car
They could not have discovered his body so soon
She had chosen a hotel away from prying cameras
To assassinate a corrupt and perverted man
She had cut his throat as he took a bath
Lena looked at herself in the window opposite
Just an ordinary traveller with a tired back pack
Travelling between countries as hundreds do
The siren grew nearer and then faded
Her train drew in with a great deal of effort
And soon she was sitting in her seat
Watching the landscapes change
She thought of the hunting knife
That now lay at the bottom of the river
It had no history as she had no history
That was why she was so efficient
When she finally arrived in Berlin
Lena went to the Hotel Voltaire
She showered and settled in front of the television
Edwin Rohlm found murdered in his hotel room
Famous MEP found murdered
Naked MEP brutally murdered in his bath
The headlines screamed from the screen
But she the felt same as she always did
For who in their sanity would suspect
A beautiful woman with a perfumed memory