Ellen BratscheinVagabond VoicesBirds of the waterMy feet in the cold sand, I watch the ocean waves, listening to their ancient tales of long forgotten times. In the tree tops of the…Jun 29, 2020Jun 29, 2020
Ellen BratscheinVagabond VoicesInvisibleI looked in the mirror, carefully examining myself.May 20, 20201May 20, 20201
Ellen BratscheinVagabond VoicesThe abandoned houseA story inspired by the wonderful (yet mysterious) Icelandic Westfjords where I got to spend a couple of weeks in summer 2013.May 1, 20201May 1, 20201
Ellen BratscheinVagabond VoicesÍ fjarahús — in the sheep shedYou catch your first glimpse of this world on a sunny afternoon only minutes after the last person left. Your mum screams in agony, paces…Apr 17, 20202Apr 17, 20202
Ellen BratscheinVagabond VoicesIn the rain“Well, then do it! I just don’t understand it!”, her father shouted after her. In socks, Anita ran down the beige carpeted stairs from the…Apr 3, 20202Apr 3, 20202