There is a logical scheme to life. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but things happen. And they happen for a reason. Last week, inuitively, I sent my highschool/uni boyfriend an email. I simply needed to know how he was doing. It was a compelling thought, not a choice. He responded and sent […]
more“Do you ever have that?” I asked my upstairs neighbour “that you suddenly blow a fuse and scream your lungs out about something entirely innocent?”She remained quiet for a second.“Like maybe on the phone? With a tax-officer or something?” “Yes,” she said, in her pleasantly quiet and collected way, “and recently at work we closed […]
moreAt a farewell party the other night, I chatted with a gay couple. They had a dog, a Doberman if I’m not to be mistaken. Or in the very least a mix of such. When a heavyset man in black entered the bar, the dog barked and growled. One of the two gays took the […]
moreI once dreamed what people were to meet me on the other side. My grandma, for one. But there were other people too, who aren’t dead yet so I won’t mention their names. I wonder whether what I dreamed holds true. Perhaps I’m creating my own truth by believing it. The people waiting for me […]
moreFlamenco season has started and as always: along with classes come insights. I registered for extra classes in technique. Ten minutes into the class I found myself bent over double, holding my head, trying to win a battle against severe nausea. What happened? Twirls. We were to practice twirls and had to do so along the diagonals […]
moreIt was an exceptionally fine day at the lagoa. Cars raged by. Unforgiving, as they always were. But it didn’t matter. The air felt like a first summer day in Europe, the place she had left when she was five. Lazy and hazy. A flower fell from a tree into her lap. It had done […]
moreThe first official friend I made in Ghana was called Erika Smith. Her father was a missionary from the US. That’s all I really remember of him. At the age of 11, you never fully register parents. I remember her sisters though: the oldest one spent summers volunteering for the peace corps. I was shocked to […]
moreThere’s a fine line between exaggeration and lying. A high school friend of mine was always good at exaggerating. Her fantasy would take her for a run. Sometimes, her accounts of things we had experienced together made me wonder whether I’d been sleeping. I missed out on most of the starry details she added. Back […]
more“Little fish in my stomach,” he said. On his way to a friend.
moreBANG – my bike fell. I could tell it was my bike simply by the sound of its clunk. I looked out the window and yes, there it lay: on its side, like a dead whale. The children’s seat had clearly taken a serious blow. In part, it had slipped under the car parked next […]
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