Portrait_Mark

Nobody knew, if there was a father. on the seas? Or diplomat? The mother had long, fell, Greasy hair. Kind and confused she put the candles in the cake, but wrong, on Mark's eleventh birthday. Except for me and two others ...

Portrait_Pamela

Pamela was older than me, fourteen maybe. She lived at the top of the hill, there, where the road flattened. Pamela's parents, so was rumored, didn't exactly have a conflict-free marriage, for that Pamela's mother owned, a small, dainty ...

Portrait_White

Blanca's father worked at the Neopac company on the creek, close, where he also lived with his wife and Blanca, in a cottage for foreign employees. The Neopac made tubes and cans, I believe. Early, That was at seven in the morning ...

Portrait_Christa

my first girlfriend was Christa, she never had time. Christa already made dinner for her two older brothers and their parents in kindergarten, Salad and ravioli. Christa's parents were busy lawyers, they were way cooler ...

3004_Diary_ writing

I want to let go and surrender to exhaustion, but I can not. I'm always looking for a new path, that I could follow in a series of thoughts. I just want to work, I can only endure the pain when I'm still working, from ...

Back then is a word …. Glow

Back then is a word .... that you come across, sooner or later. Back then, als ich den Mond noch mit der Sonne verwechselte. Hell und formvollendet in der Nacht blendender Schaum am Tag. Back then ... I wasn't very bright, or? And you ...