“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 …
Fenella now came every day to take Tinka for a walk. Edgar was very grateful for this, because he noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker physically. But not only that, but Fenella also helped him in the shop, becoming more and more a part of his life, even if it was only for …
Edgar Barfuß, strapping 84 years old and owner of the odds and ends shop, woke up the next morning because he felt breathless. But who should breathe it? He hadn’t shared his bedroom with anyone since his wife Elli died two years ago. Irritated, he opened his eyes and saw two dark dog eyes. Suddenly …
Diana had longed so badly for something to hold on to, a safe haven and someone to listen to her, to be there for her to let go and be weak. After all the years of struggling through life on her own, being there for her two children and having to support herself. For them, …
It happens again and again, you get to know someone and find a common wavelength, whatever it may be. You find this person likeable and are willing to only see the good sides. No, this doesn’t only happen to lovers. And what speaks in principle against accepting the best from a person first of all? …
The wagon sped on, unguided, unbraked, towards the annex, and there was no one who could switch a switch. Or wanted to? Instinctively I moved away from you, also outwardly. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest to make myself even more inaccessible, to close myself off even more. A single word too many …
Your world and my world – like two circles that lie next to each other, maybe touch, but never find one another, never agree and above all never find understanding. What can it trigger, one word, one word too many? How much damage can it do? And how quickly is discord sown between you and …
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 …
It was just a word.It was just a word, thoughtless perhaps.It was just a word, like any other, but we had ignored the situation.It was no longer just a word, in this situation.It was a stone that we threw between us.It was a rock from which a rock grew.It became a rock because we could …
Experiences are inevitable. Encounters change you, and this change is irreversible. If I want the encounter, then I have to want it completely, fully engage with it and completely lose myself in it. If I cut back on this wholeness, the encounter doesn’t happen either. It’s like jumping with open eyes into a black mountain …