He stood relaxed at the bar and let his eyes wander around the room. A hard week was behind him. Now he wanted to land a sting. He had earned that, as he said, almost for personal relaxation. Basically, he had achieved good results in this bar, so it was his first choice, but today …
It was one of those rare occasions when I unexpectedly had time for myself. So, I went to my favorite café and was looking forward to reading in peace. I had just opened the book when I heard the typical sounds of an approaching group of girls behind me. Silent voices, giggles in between, the …
„So a bit of paint in the face, you have to do that, even at your age. Since you cannot go out of the house without make-up!“, It tries a person close to me again and again, and I wave repeatedly. Too relaxed, sometimes less, namely when she starts to repeat it like a mantra. …
This sentence, which then found its way into a poem by James Oppenheim as „Bread and Roses,“ came from a speech by New York trade unionist Rose Schneidermann, which she delivered during a textile workers‘ strike called the Lawrence Strike in the History, as an example of overcoming profound trenches, between races, genders and social …
Actually. But the very fact of sufficiency inevitably leads to an improper. He gently took her arms from his shoulders and sat up. Bright as the spring and the moon in the winter, her eyes were as enchanting as her smile. As if life had never played badly with her. If he lost himself in …
Maria of Martialis, a tall, blond woman, who, in her attitude, her manner, and every movement, conveyed the flair of her past noble lineage, which could not be shaken off, and so insane and insignificant as her family might be.
I’m standing on the sidelines, in the dark, in the cold. Glaringly the place is lit up by the floodlights. Not more than ten people watching the game. Friends, relatives, acquaintances in the first place, because here the women play soccer. The fate of a marginal sport. Whereby soccer itself is anything but marginal. As …
