For a week now. I didn’t want to arrive with a drumroll, because I couldn’t believe I would really make it home. The Persian doctor (I am just guessing that he is Persian, he never told me) returned from his holidays. While he and Professor Kotz had been away, a very...
Thank you, I’m glad you asked. Well, actually, I’m not glad you asked, because now you I have to answer. And I don’t know what to say. I could be gentle with you and tell you that I’m getting better? But that would make you think everything is okay – you’ve heard...
Spitalsalad The roots of the great chestnut tree rest in the garden below, but the rustle of its leaves in the wind comes to me through the open window. The bed on the third floor, the one next to the window, number 2 to be exact, is mine. Every year, there is a...
Help comes in many forms. Like prayer and thanks, it is expressed in as many ways as there are people who offer it and the moods they happen to be in. By Monday lunchtime, enough money had been donated. By that evening half the sum again had been donated. On Tuesday...
I am starting to process everything that is happening around me and to feel that I can even put it into words. At this moment, I am in the Hargita Mountains in a camp that we come to every year with my family. I did not want to cancel it since coming here gives me...
