I have at the soul level only ever known five women if you dont count my mother.

standing naked in the doorwayher body drained out from the pastthe rain is pulling itself downon the milky window glassder schnee verdirbt am sonnenstrahlnasser schmutz am fenstersimswas bleibt ist nie was wirklich wardie laken kaum noch spürbar warmloin de tout, un rêve…

“The Boy from Thuringia” is part of a series of stories collectively called The History of Adoption. In it, a middle-aged man sets out rather obsessively to write a comprehensive history of the adopted child. In his attempts to finally begin this im

No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.