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 …
“The ideal Mother’s Day present” or “Give something special for Mother’s Day” or “No idea what you can give for Mother’s Day? Then you are exactly right here”. If these or similar advertisements appear frequently, then you don’t have to be a clairvoyant to know that Mother’s Day is coming up again. And the desperation …
“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 …
“I had a dream last night, but I’m not sure if it was a dream.” “How can you not be sure if it was a dream? You slept and experienced something that didn’t actually happen. That is probably a dream.” “How should I know if I’m sleeping when I’m sleeping. There is something soulless and …
Finally he fell asleep, the sweet little one. Raphael was eight months old and the cutest baby in the world, his mother Nina was convinced, and she was right, like every mother, but as happy as she was, she also suffered. On the one hand under permanent lack of sleep, because the little one challenged …
You stayed for a long time in this silence that I did not dare to break. It was as if you had to draw strength to be able to tell further. “Aunt Morgana had hit me so unlucky with the poker that I passed out. I woke up because I was cold. A rough wind …
“I love animals above all else,” she assured me one more time. I did not know her well. To be honest, I did not know her at all. All I knew about her was that she had a dog, more specifically a Maltese.
You asked me how I am, and I answered with a fleeting “good”. Sometimes I’m lucky that you only listen with half an ear, that you ask casually, out of habit, or because you just remember that now that we meet again and the silence is between us, just say something but it does not …
Where were you, His disciples, as He went down into the deepest of desolations? Where have you, His disciples, hidden you, trembling and fearful, when He died the death that embraces all others? Where have you been, Simon Peter, when He abandoned himself to inevitability? Where have you been, Simon Petrus, you rock that crumbles …
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 …