I had no idea which frames to pick. It was already bizarre enough to have something…
The only game I would play was flipper.
Babybel belongs in a lunchbox of a posh girl.
I have three memories of my great grandma.
It’s not about lack of batteries, or forgetfulness to adjust the time. It’s about that little hole at the back. To hang many…
It was a holiday breakfast, much better than in the kindergarten.
Adults had a magic power of knowing how much. Washing powder in the machine, oil in a pan, time until the train.
At the kindergarten playground we exchanged things. One hoola hoop for one hoola hoop. Kids had their preferred colours, so…
I dreamt about the devil cloud.
Train stations are filled with soap operas. Each person looks plucked out from their own little drama.