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 …
Sheep, space, wind, waves, cliffs, whiskey, stone monuments – that’s probably the first thing that comes to mind when we think of Ireland, and it’s all true. I sit on the Atlantic coast, at the westernmost point of Ireland, sit and watch. I don’t do more. Especially I, who normally cannot sit still for five …
My thoughts move on. They won’t let me rest and they relentlessly take me to a place I actually didn’t want to go back to, ever. But I have given up the lead and have to surrender to her will, which is probably mine too, but which I had so successfully stopped up to now. …
The morning routine is complete. Supply obligations are completed. I can finally sit down at my laptop, the list of things to do next to me. As is my duty, I begin to work them off, top to bottom. Of course, it is structured. The urgent comes first. Then comes the necessary, and finally the …
What is it about, with this unrestrained and unrestrainable longing that is spreading in me, raging in me, like a rapidly growing ulcer that remains without healing and relief because there is no remedy for it? What is it, with this eternally driving restlessness that dwells in me, that takes me more and more into …
The glitter continues, the glitter of the blue flower. It takes me to a bank. I take out two figures who obviously can’t sit still. Again, and again they hop up, behind the bench, under the bench, pause briefly in order to walk around the bench again to discover something new. I pause for a …
“You are a little raisin. You look like you are very cute, but cold.” “I’m not a raisin. I am a grape.” “Small, shriveled grapes are called raisins. It is the custom all over the country, up and down the country. Ask who you want everyone will say that you are a raisin.” “I would …
If I had not practically run into you, but had seen you in time, I would have hid myself in some cabin or shop that you would not go to, like one of those masking and beautifying stores, but I could not save myself, I was probably also inattentive. Shopping centers are not a place …
Arrived at our retreat, place of rest, gathering, maybe a little escape from the world, which had held us for ten months in its spell. Mic and I lived in a small cottage next to Mike’s on the outskirts. Lead fatigue descended on me as I opened the car door and got out. While driving, …
“It’s time for me to work again,” said Christian abruptly, and it was like a retreat.“And what exactly do you have to work?” Martinique asked. At least in her mind. She managed to curb her cheeky mouth just in time, because she became aware at the same time that he had purposely formulated this sentence …