The nightmare
Do not wait for the nightmare to end. It’s the truth, it’s not a dream, you can just die.. I feel like a fish when I am sad, my skin scales and the melted wind shakes it in the water, I walk around with popeyed […]
About Adam and emptied serotonin storage
It’s a mistake. Being here is a mistake. There is no space, it is so hot, the used air presses on my lungs. I can smell him, even though he is standing on the other side of the room. How could it get to this […]
Variations on the scale of Nahawand
It was one of the beautiful spring days… Not really, and I don’t know the weather in which this text sets. I also spite every language teacher who clapped for me before such an introduction. I have always enjoyed weekends, those days I spent for […]
Death, packed in plastic
I pass this road almost every day and it is not very comfortable on the bike, because I’m constantly waiting to be overtaken by a car which wants to pass too narrowly and too quickly. On this morning it is different. It is Friday morning […]
When we help
I often catch myself feeling ashamed when I explain to a refugee that I work as a refugee worker. I choose another term, say something like “I work with refugees”, to avoid at all costs the word “help”. Maybe when you study social work you […]
It’s snowing now.. – Part 2
In March of every year, I die. I die so I could be reborn in April soft and sticky, so that I could miss the age of roses, the breaches of larvae, and the invasion of all the silk. In march I bid a kingdom […]
Encounter under trees
She lunged forward as she stumbled over a branch that was lying on the track. Her hood slid over her eyes and as she lifted her arm to adjust it she realized again the weight of her backpack which made the straps cut her shoulder. […]
It’s snowing now.. – Part 1
At this very moment, the complaints employee the electric power company hangs up, somebody steals a copper cable, and the lights at some house go out leaving some man to kiss some woman. Oil drips making the sound of a tick.. tick.. tick.. Slowly going […]
