Ich Bin Durcheinander

Decluttering… Going through the mess, the memories,the dust of days I don’t even remember livingand there it was. A note. A piece of paper. From my Vater. His handwriting—sharp, certain, like he carved truth into the page. He always did have exceptional penmanship. He wrote: It is the belief in oneself that isthe magic of life. That’sContinue reading “Ich Bin Durcheinander”