Days had come, winters had gone
Langsam und vorsichtig setzte der alte Mann einen Fuß vor den anderen. Der Weg war uneben, immer wieder von Wurzeln unterbrochen und der alte Mann sehr alt. Er stütze sich auf seinen Stock, zwang sich sichtlich zu jedem Schritt. Welkes Laub raschelte unter seinen Füßen und hier und da sang ein Vogel das Lied des Frühlings.
Immer wieder blieb der Alte stehen und legte den Kopf in den Nacken, so gut es die schmerzenden Glieder zuließen. Seine Brust hob und senkte sich unter rasselnden, flachen Atemzügen, die viel tiefer hätten sein müssen, um seine Lungen nennenswe
Ich hielt dich in den Armen, deinen Kopf mit der rechten Hand gestützt, und lauschte deinem Atem, der die drückende Stille im Raum sanft durchbrach.
Ganz ruhig lagst du da.
Zu ruhig.
Ich wusste genau, was mich erwartete. Dich erwartete.
Vor wenigen Stunden erst hattest du diese Welt betreten. Mit einem Schrei, der mir das Blut in den Adern hatte gefrieren lassen, denn nicht nur du hattest geschrien.
Auch deine Mutter – meine Schwester. Sie lag nun, keine zwei Meter von mir entfernt, in ihrem Bett. Das Gesicht blass, aber entspannt. Die Hände auf der Brust gefaltet. Die roten Perlen des Rosenkranzes in ihren Fingern schim
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Questions and Answers
1. What's your favourite book and why?
The "His Dark Materials"-Triology - for too many reasons to tell them all. I'll jus
Since you asked so nicely, dearest ...
1. Did you like cookies?
yeap - in fact I still do
2. Which animal do you prefer?
sheep
3. Do you know of Switzerland a landmark?
erm ... no. Never been there long enough
4. What do you have to Vladimir Putin for an opinion?
Kinda none. I don't like him for hating gay people, but other than that ...
5. Do you know more than six varieties of whiskey?
nope
6. How do we know? (Ari or Tuli, no matter^^)
I don't know how you know ... but I know, that I know nothing.
7. Would you shave you bald?
My head? Well ... depends on the circumstances ... I like my hair
8. What would you do with
An eight years old boy gets bashed by two classmates, because he stumbled and accidently bumped into one of them. A boy who is about half my height (and I'm 1,65m) and who is petite.
And you know what the parents of the two boys who hit him said, when his mother came to tell them her son got their footprints on his stomache?
"Boys fight. That's how it is."
I have to agree. Boys do fight. But not like that.
Real boys never fight against those who can't compare - be it in strengh or number of people.
Real boys stop hitting when their opponent goes down.
Real boys don't even dare to kick one lying on the ground.
Real boys stop their frien