Beginning of September. Beginning of a new age. Beginning of a new life. My beloved friend, her young son and I are getting ready for a long, evening walk through the streets of the densely packed neighbourhood. She and I, same but different, women starting afresh, at...

382 beautiful things and 12 stupid things was the blonde six-year-old’s count on the way from his home in the city to his grandma and grandpa’s house in the country. That was what he announced to his mother, coming to the conclusion that the world was more beautiful...

“Drink water”, he tells me and holds me tightly by the arms seconds before he leaves me there, on the platform, alone waiting for the train that will take me away from his summer. He could have told me to take care, to write now and then, to think of him. Perhaps he...

Summertime. It’s July but it’s rainy and windy, like autumn. Something starts to slowly shift within me: a sluggish reaction to this sudden weather change. I can still smell the sunscreen on my skin. I am summer. I smell the rain. It’s autumn. I’m confused. I touch my...

I’m in a German town, in a stranger’s house, sitting on the edge of the bed, in a room that feels distant and unfamiliar. I bow my head to look at my shoes. All of a sudden, I’m overwhelmed and paralysed by the thought that today would have been my second wedding...