“Where do I start?” ponders the man claiming to be my father. He must sense my resistance. It must be written all over my face that I’d like to smack him in the face, that I hadn’t needed him in all these years, and certainly not now. I had never missed it, not for a …
Loud horn made Sebastian startle. Where was he? What was going on? Why was it so loud in his head? Only then did he realize that the horn did not come out of his head but was caused by impatient drivers behind him. As if it really mattered if you would cross the traffic light …