The spring and its love for literature
or fighting for survival
The lovely smell of spring is out there already in Berlin. That fresh air that fills your lungs with an overwhelming lust for life and with a fucking amount pollen enough to kill an unmedicated horse. The perfect combination for a new start.
If you have been reading this blog for some obscure reason, you might have noticed some short stories appearing there in the last months. These little micro fictions I have been writing (mostly on my train travels) tell the many stories of what can happen in the toilets of ICE trains. The range of emotions is, needless to say, wide. As with other works of mine, these collection employs the thread of human existence as its very centerpiece, trying to describe the human experience of traveling: the anguish, the joy, the pleasure.
I hope you enjoy this journey (no pun unintended).