Bărbatul de pe scări - Miranda July

A fost un zgomot înfundat, stins, dar totuşi m-a trezit pentru ca avea ceva omenesc în el. Mi-am ţinut respiraţia şi l-am auzit din nou şi din nou: paşi urcînd pe scări. Am încercat să şoptesc: “E cineva pe scări?”, dar abia puteam respira şi nu am reuşit să articulez... [Read More]

God help the Child

A little while ago I heard Toni Morrison speak about her latest book, God help the Child, a book in which a mother has a hard time dealing with the fact that her daughter is of a much darker skin color than herself. A sort of a twist on the... [Read More]

Wachau (half) Marathon

You can kill yourself running. Literally. Yes, I was never aware of the fact that there can be casualties during a marathon. I thought running is nothing more than… running. You keep your pace for as long for as you can and, if you are lucky, you make it to... [Read More]

The Concierge

Tall. Thin. A condescending look on his face, browsing around for impurities, things not supposed to be where they are, not supposed to be how they are. Always knowing better. [Read More]