Category: Writing

It is a Saturday afternoon in September, and something’s gone wrong somewhere. A police car stops at the beginning of the little peninsula. Two policemen get out and quickly walk up to the apartment complex at the end. They pass the inner garden. Seconds later an ambulance follows and two men carrying a stretcher hurry… Continue reading Indignation →

I have not been looking forward to today. This longest day marks a turning point: from now on it’s only summer and fall separating us from winter. Just six more months before the New Year. So, where do I find myself on this noticeable day? Well, not where I wanted to be, nor planned to… Continue reading Midsummer Day →