Posts in category: Testimony

"The love clochard, you could have written, is a human, who loses everything, his roof, his sanity, his warm bed. Like Nizon's human, who becomes a beggar in Paris, it eventually dissolves and disappears.”

I went to bed and was soon surprised by my neighbor, pushing through my door in his wheelchair. Somehow he managed to grab my foot and bring him under his control. He wasn't good-natured anymore, loy ...

I lie on my back on the raft and visualize the stars, teasing little stitches, slowly forming into myriads of dots. I think of disappearances and the disappeared. Have I ever lost something in my life?? Erstaunlic ...

Es gibt Momente, in denen es mir vorkommt, als würde alles über mir zusammenbrechen, meine Decken, meine Wände. Ich versuche mich an mein Leben zu erinnern, als ich noch nicht verschwunden war, aber es gelingt mir nicht, weil ich es in diesem Punkt wie Do ...

But before, as I watched the twilight, I suddenly thought of this sentence again, I even think so, I said it to myself: "You know, do not you, what that means; eternity!“ I lay on my raft, ein Kissen im Nacken und schaute dem Herannah ...