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 →
The man with the rose
“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 →
The Visit
He told me that this pill would initially intensify the symptoms, but that I would definitely feel better afterwards. Yes, I felt very chaotic in my head, doubted everything I thought or read, and felt like I had constant hug boners. But then again, that was already the case for several years, I had to... Lees verder →
The girl next door
She was standing in the street, shouting, ‘You bastard! Yes, just leave now like a cowardly dog with your tail between your legs and leave me alone, forever!’ That's how I found her, completely upset and crying, wearing only a kimono with nothing underneath, a pink top peeking out onto the street. I walked towards... Lees verder →
Away from the vampires
On my way with who else, Jack Kerouac and Jean-Paul Sartre, I'm reading, dreaming and longing for freedom on the train. Away. The night before, I went out with Mr. K and Rusty. Mr. K is an eternal doubter and optimist rolled into one. He goes for what he wants like a Ferrari, but when... Lees verder →
The Moon Cat
The kitten that followed me when I was looking for the lost moon had been sleeping with me for several weeks now. In the morning when I got up I let her out and in the evening she waited for me, at night we would go for a walk in the park. She lasted like... Lees verder →
That Angel
She has pure brown irises. She wears her long wavy hair as if a gentle breeze would dwell there, as if that is where everything is created. Her gaze sends that pleasant breeze my direction. She sits alone. I sit at a table in the same cafe as her and suck from an empty caffeine... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 