The bathtub

“It’s that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up. Others matter more than you do, so ‘don’t fuss, dear; get on with it’.” ― Audrey Hepburn This is a story about stupid people. Well not people in general. Let’s say … Continue reading The bathtub

Persephone

“Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.” ― Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors Sun. The longing for a warmth long forgotten. Too many months sprinkled with neutral tones. Greys and whites and freezing cold. Spring came but the longed for, came and … Continue reading Persephone

Limbo

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― douglas adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul It doesn’t matter how happy the music you are listening to is; after waiting in an unmoving train, your spirit fades. Slowly. Calm … Continue reading Limbo

Madame Bovary

“There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.” ― Mira Grant, Countdown It’s been hard to sit down and write. I purposedly decided not to write “to find time” because it’s not true. I’ve been avoiding writing lately. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve … Continue reading Madame Bovary

Egyptian Mummies

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps Yesterday I took the bus to the other side of the city. Since I … Continue reading Egyptian Mummies

Der Schwan 4

Chaos. Die Ritter der ersten Reihe wurden seitlich geschleudert, die hinteren holten ihre Schwerter aus den Scheiden und gaben ihr Bestes. Ein Kommandant kam zu mir und gab mir ein Pferd. Er sagte: – Renn, die anderen sind schon unterwegs. Hier ist keine Hoffnung mehr. Dann ging er. Ich wollte kämpfen. Aber manchmal muss man … Continue reading Der Schwan 4

Der Schwan 3

Alles war schwarz. Kein Raum, keine Zeit. Und da standen sie. Gewaltig erhoben sich diese imposanten Figuren wie riesige Statuen in einer zeitlosen Wüste. Die leeren Augenhöhlen starrten mich an, während die weißen Marmorknochen gespannt in meiner Richtung warteten. Ihre Speere waren monumental. Mein Herz fing an zu rasen. Ich rannte. Wieder mal. Nur diesmal … Continue reading Der Schwan 3