I quickly looked around again before I dared to take a look at my treasure. It was actually her book. I opened it. Maybe I would find a name in it, at least that. But there was more, more than I could have imagined, because not only was her name, first and last name written …
It was on a bitterly cold day in late November that I saw her for the first time, on the train I had recently been riding. The company I worked for had moved. Conveniently located for me than before, because I could almost go from house to house by train. The train station close to …
Edgar Barfuss, the owner of the odds and ends shop, sat down in front of the cozy, crackling fire in the room, around which he had built a nice little tea corner with armchairs that invited people to linger, rest or chat. Actually, it had been his wife. However, she had not only set up …
The white curtains blow in the summer wind. The room is all white, and when I look out the window of the bungalow, the sunlit stone coast of Tuscany lies in front of it. The light breeze gently blows around me, playing with my hair. One day you came into my life as if it …
Luke’s parents were old now, but it was still rather unusual for two people to die of the same cause in one night, no matter how close they might have been. “As if my parents had ever been close,” Luke thought bitterly, “My father was the bully, and my mother was a better cleaning lady …
In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers’ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …
“It wasn’t always like that,” Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, “It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …
A few minutes later Nona and Lana reach the airport. There is a lot of activity, as always. People arrive and depart. Nothing changes, not even through an accident. You take note of it. “Terrible that something like this can happen” or “The poor relatives, if someone from my family had been in this machine…”, …
We walk part of the way together, hand in hand. Nobody can say how long this piece will be – or how short, and I don’t even want to be told. At some point it will be over, at some point – just not today, and maybe we will be granted the next night and …
Lost in thought, I let my gaze wander around the room. This wandering is uncontrollable. Time to go as soon as I’ve finished my drink, I think when you sit down with me. “Hello!”, you say and I return the greeting, noticing how I try to smile. It happens automatically.“Nice to see you,” you continue.“I …