So, there I sat again, delighted, with her on the terrace—though only for a moment, because Cupid’s arrows were dipped in poison that night. A pain shot straight through my heart when, completely out of the blue, a foolish figure appeared and as he chewed his gum with his pearly white teeth, he looked at... Lees verder →
She glowed in the soft light of the night, as if she had stolen the moon’s radiance and hidden it within her skin. There she sat, her face directly across from me, gazing off into the night, searching for the horizon. It was wonderful to see her like that; I wanted to tell her so,... Lees verder →
There were lots and lots of sea monsters and other kinds of mischief that holiday, Together with “Kimberly”, “Trini” and I, we fought against “Rita” and her monsters. My little brother was obsessed with the series “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers”, which his algorithm had recommended to him on YouTube. At the seaside, we fought his... Lees verder →
Where has my youth gone? Did I ever experience it? Or will that come later, when I’ve grown too old to display what’s left of my vitality? A few giant worms attack an innocent southern village, white aliens send messages, and meanwhile, I’m still running after the same age-old problem. “That means we’re stuck and... Lees verder →
My exams went well. I could relax and enjoy the summer. But first I had to survive Shittown for two whole months. Walking down the street here in my pitch-black outfit, alone with a book in my hand, was just asking for trouble. People didn’t get that here; someone who wanted to sit quietly alone... Lees verder →
March, the month of reproduction. What I feared most was my IT friend – that would be pure cramming, no logic in an exam that should be logical. After those tests, we can focus on the real work, the paper and my short film. On the train, I tried to calm my nerves by interpreting... Lees verder →
“Are you coming to meet Kafka?” He had a red rose next to his glass of beer. His skin was half sunken, hunched over, and his eyes were watery. I sat next to him in the Irish Pub. The television was on, that evening the entire bar population was following the results of the Eurovision... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 