And it starts very small, away from big politics, money and lobbies, away from official structures and networks, away from legislation, a seed begins to sprout that has fallen into a small crack in the concrete of the cemented degradation, a seed , who does not let adversity and countermeasures stop him from developing roots …
Trusting in success is like daring to dream up utopias. A good one is a successful outcome. “What, you still write stories that have a positive ending or problems that can be solved? Don’t you know that it’s completely politically incorrect? Today we write dystopias that show people how terrible everything is going to be, …
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 …
Lorenz brought plates and cutlery so that they shared the food they had brought with them in a friendly manner.“I think,” Sue said finally, after she had thought about Lorenz’s question for a while, “that it is independent of age who wants to have something to do with whom. I am convinced that everyone can …
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 …
“How wonderful it must be, I just want to be there once,” she thought, looking at the postcard in her hand, full of longing and desperation. The worn corners, the smeared writing on the back showed how long this postcard had been in her possession and how often she had picked it up. Sometimes she …
“Do you know when the next bus is coming?” The young man asked hesitantly when he had been sitting next to her at the bus stop for some time. The woman he spoke to was a good twenty years older than him. She could have been his mother. Was that why he was ready to …
“Sabrina had become a businesswoman and Sarah an artist. So, they had found their way, and gone, each in their own way, but they had one thing in common, consistency and stamina. Sabrina is the woman of numbers, Sarah the one of pictures and colors. Never, so my impression, did they look back and never …
You may have often wondered what it was, that inevitability of which He spoke, when He took you, lifted Himself up to take you with Him, to follow the way He had to go, had to go with you, but you did not dare to ask him. You feared His answer too much. But you …
You walked straight, looking up and open, and not lowered humbly, as you probably expected, upright as you crossed the square, toward the house where He was with His disciples. At the open door you stopped, because where He was, there was nothing closed, nothing that could be removed from His view. He sat in …