Last night the old village school teacher was killed. This morning the children found him in his small room that had been attached to the school when he returned, the lost son, to this small town about 80 km from Barcelona, picturesquely located in the mountains of Catalonia. No, he was never really lost. But …
Spring had arrived, even in the small village near Barcelona, which was primarily characterized by agriculture. However, the land belonged to large landowners and the people who lived in the place were mostly day laborers who were at the mercy of the lords of the land. If they demanded more wages or better working conditions, …
“I have to live with such an idiot!” resounds across the bar. Everyone should hear how badly the speaker is doing, trapped with such a person. Everything tenses up inside me and I duck my head. Even if it doesn’t concern me. It affects me. It’s not the first and won’t be the last time …
“I need you,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like I need air,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like water so as not to dry out,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like plants need the sun to grow,” you said – I didn’t say anything, I just …
Night had fallen and I had prepared myself, as in every one of my awake, lively nights, and went to my jetty, but this time a surprise awaited me. At the end of the footbridge I recognized a huddled figure, no, less so, I only sensed it, a narrow back that belonged to a person …
I would like to meet you, yes, but not in the hustle and bustle of the day, where you switch back and forth with your thoughts, where you cannot stay because actionism has got you in the claws and you cannot get by, if only a few minutes physically, but not mentally. You think of …
Mrs. Hardworking held little Jimmy in her arms and first examined his paws to find out the reason for his whimpering, which she quickly found in the form of a thorn that had drilled into the bale and which she removed with a jerk. “You have to remove the cause of the pain, then you …
“May I use your bathroom?”, asked Mrs. Beautiful straightforwardly. Lisa showed her the way. When she returned with makeup removed a few minutes later, Mr. Hardworking mouths open diligently.“What a charming woman you are,” he summarized his thoughts. He had simply said what went through his head spontaneously without subjecting his words to normal social …
She worked. Her hands were furrowed. The view from her room into the back yard was dreary. Today she had read about human rights in a newspaper. Right to Life – Real Life? Right to freedom of expression – right to be heard? Right to worship – being accepted? Everyone is entitled to his or …
You get used to it. Onto had become part of our little family because we had become familiar, met and accepted each other in our respective so-being. “Just as you are,” I said to myself,” to supplement immediately, “and will become. In the one in which you are constant and in the one in which …