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What do you do with a room full of old, musty suitcases? That was the first question that came to my mind after I’d had a look through my late uncle’s estate. He’d recently passed away, and as his only living relative, his home fell to me by default. To ...
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I always loved the flea market in my city. It wasn’t so much that I needed anything; it was just nice to go there with friends. We’d have a look around at all the things available, have some beers and enjoy the weather. The best time to go was during ...
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Beggars can’t be choosers, the old saying goes. I’d been unemployed for weeks, when I learned that old Thomas Maier was looking for help around his chicken farm. To be honest, I was weary. I never imagined myself working at a chicken farm, and I wasn’t looking forward to it ...
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You know, throwing out old stuff can be strangely satisfying. A few days ago, I decided to give my cramped little apartment the good old once-over and throw out anything I didn’t need anymore. For years I’d succumbed to the strange habit of throwing nothing out. You never knew if ...
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When we’re kids, we all believe to be invincible, immortal even. My friends and I were no different. We all thought we were at the center of the universe. We had high aspirations, wanting to be scientists, doctors or astronauts. I was the only one to ever get close to ...
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Did you ever stare into a mirror for a long period of time? I don’t mean for a few minutes, not to check out your body, but for a truly long time. Try, for example, if you will, staring at your own face. At the beginning it might be normal, ...
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I used to love watching the ducks at my local park. Hell, I used to love ducks. Not anymore, not after what happened. I guess I’m a bit of a loner. Even here, in the big city, I’m the type of guy who’s more torn to walking the city park ...
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Who’d ever be afraid of postcards? After all, it’s nothing but paper, right? That’s how I’d have reacted if you’d asked me that question about a month or two ago. It all started back in April. I’d just returned from the grocery store and checked my mail. I do it ...
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Marlene was my very first friend, as well as my first love. When I grew up, I had no real friends. I guess I was a bit too odd. I was always dreaming, had my head in the clouds, and was living in a world of my own. During summer ...
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