So I started thinking about approaching her. But it wasn’t easy. A certain rhythm had set in. She boarded the train, went to her seat, smiled at me, nodded briefly in greeting, at least impliedly, sat down and picked up her book. The same procedure happened every morning. As soon as she was engrossed in …
For a long time she weighed the stone in her hand, looked at it from all sides, made it appear and acted against it. I allowed it, did not interrupt and did not demand. A weighty, overpowering word that stood there on this stone, “mother”. Everyone has a mother, and everyone is somehow connected to …
Pippi Langstrumpf, the icon of a freedom that many people, not just children, yearn for, always comes back to me when I look, now calm, to see how the people are tormenting themselves. Because I have very rarely succeeded in making someone understand that the pressure under which he suffers in many respects from himself …
Nice chat. Expressionless. In the end. You have to bridge time. Until it starts. Slowly it is time. The voices gradually become quieter. The light falls on the screen. Carry the call on expectation in the luggage. A film will come. We do not know more than the title. We have never known more than …
18. The ambiguity of the living Because life loses itself in the uniqueness, it gains in the ambiguity. What was is clear, as far as our memory permits clarity. What is is ambiguous in its possibilities. Some things can be anticipated. But often enough, we are surprised, and as soon as we think that …