When all is calm and the night is black… still frames, relentlessly coming back to my mind, the colours washing away. It is as though every time I remember an image, I use it, details getting lost over time. In the hustle of the day, there is not enough time to notice the constantly growing […]

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The ceiling seems to oppress me. The walls are closing in on me. I loosen my tie and it is still hard to breathe. I tremble as I put my right hand into my pocket, take out the neatly folded handkerchief with my grandfather’s monogram on it and wipe my forehead with it. Schubert is playing […]

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