Sleeping

Dreaming peacefully with a smile on my face. Nothing is like coming home and sleeping in my old bed. Waking up. Familiar kitchen-noices. My mother is about to make a delicious breakfast. Will miss this tomorrow, when I go back to my other home.

A letter

A much awaited letter. Dated on the 18th of April 2008. Arrived in the hands of its recipient on the 9th of May the same year. A letter about to change the lives considerably for at least two persons. Love is stronger than bureaucracy.

Early morning memory

It's been raining all night. The air feels fresh and cool. On my way to work, something makes me think about my old teacher in religion. An eccentric lady indeed. She used to ride her bike a lot, and on rainy days she was riding it in a way that would make you think she'd had one or two martinis too many.

One day she gave us the explanation: she was only trying to avoid running over the rain worms having crawled onto the street in order to save themselves from a rather wet death. The lady was truly living by the motto: "Thou shalt not kill."