Fenella now came every day to take Tinka for a walk. Edgar was very grateful for this, because he noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker physically. But not only that, but Fenella also helped him in the shop, becoming more and more a part of his life, even if it was only for …
Diana had longed so badly for something to hold on to, a safe haven and someone to listen to her, to be there for her to let go and be weak. After all the years of struggling through life on her own, being there for her two children and having to support herself. For them, …
“I had a dream last night, but I’m not sure if it was a dream.” “How can you not be sure if it was a dream? You slept and experienced something that didn’t actually happen. That is probably a dream.” “How should I know if I’m sleeping when I’m sleeping. There is something soulless and …
Mark despondently dropped his hands. Now that he was so close to Yvonne, he seemed speechless. There was this tough, energetic girl who didn’t turn away from him, but even asked him to tell his story and he, with his inner and outer mutilations. He noticed how good she smelled. He stole his gaze over …
“It is possible to have a world without racism, sexism, speciesism, a world of connection and togetherness”, Yvonne concluded her speech at the LLL information stand, the Life Liberation League. She had spoken for almost an hour, in between patiently and confidently answering questions from passers-by that were not always easy. The body language alone …
„Es ist möglich, eine Welt ohne Rassismus, Sexismus, Speziesismus, eine Welt der Verbundenheit und des Miteinander“, schloss Yvonne ihre Rede beim Infostand der LLL, der Life Liberation League, vorläufig ab. Beinahe eine Stunde lang hatte sie gesprochen, dazwischen noch geduldig und souverän Fragen von Passant*innen beantwortet, die nicht unbedingt immer einfach waren. Allein an der …
„Setz Dich zu mir und erzähl mir Deine Geschichte.“, bat ich Dich, in jener Nacht, als Du Dich zu mir kamst, zu verweilen, ein wenig. Und Du erzähltest mir Deine Geschichte: „Meine Mutter war eine wunderschöne Frau, aber es war jene Art von Schönheit, die sich nicht aufdrängt, sondern in ihrer Schlichtheit gern übersehen wird. …
Maria now did everything she could never have done before. She literally got up with the chickens, or rather, with the wakeup call of a cock. When she opened her eyes and saw, knowing where she was, she was looking forward to the coming day, which did not differ much from the previous one, and …