She gets off the sofa.

“I’ll be back in a minute. You can continue watching the movie.”

He presses the pause button.

“You find this movie boring.”

She looks at him surprised.

“How do you know?”

“You don’t want me to press the pause button!”

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She gets off the sofa.

“I’ll be back in a minute. You can continue watching the movie.”

He presses the pause button.

“You find this movie boring.”

She looks at him surprised.

“How do you know?”

“You don’t want me to press the pause button!”

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The letters follow words. The words follow sentences. The sentences follow sections. And then, sometime, the image is created. But before the first letter, before the first sentence, before above all, there is the imagination. The world of ideas of its creator sometimes more is like a [...]]]>

The letters follow words. The words follow sentences. The sentences follow sections. And then, sometime, the image is created. But before the first letter, before the first sentence, before above all, there is the imagination. The world of ideas of its creator sometimes more is like a flow of stagnation. But if there are no insecurity, no self-doubt and no dullness the way is paved to put together the fragments to a picture. Similar to a director who captures scenes with a camera the writer maintains scenes with words. And when the picture slowly takes shape then also the happiness increases.

She pushes the doors wide open. And steps out of the darkness to enter a room filled with perception. Shortly after she can hear the doors behind her slamming and rattling. She remains unaffected and shakes off the dullness and can feel almost immediately the difference. Facilitating envelopes her like a [...]]]>

She pushes the doors wide open. And steps out of the darkness to enter a room filled with perception. Shortly after she can hear the doors behind her slamming and rattling. She remains unaffected and shakes off the dullness and can feel almost immediately the difference. Facilitating envelopes her like a coat that warms her with regained confidence. Her blindness is gone. She can see again. With her eyes wide open she perceives more than just what happens in front of the tip of her nose. Her view is not anymore restricted. She feels like going on a rainbow. Wherever she looks, she will see colours.

There are things happening in life. As surprising changes no one expects. Not because one would not dare to hope. Simply because, yes, simply because she had not the faintest idea that this even could be a possibility. But it occurred to her. It took place two days [...]]]>

There are things happening in life. As surprising changes no one expects. Not because one would not dare to hope. Simply because, yes, simply because she had not the faintest idea that this even could be a possibility. But it occurred to her. It took place two days ago. On the street she meets by chance a relative. He is only a few years older. She is impressed. He looks like his father. Moves like his father. Apparently he has the same habit too. Like his father, he likes to adjust his waistband. He really is a nice guy.

He asks what she’s doing. Wants to know about her professional as well about her private life. Polite questions. Just small talk. Out of respect she doesn’t want him to ask the same questions. She knows a little about his life and thinks that he might not want to talk about. But he is quite curious. That’s why she changes her mind. And the answers she gets just blow her away. The sky is blue, the grass is green and the sun is shining all the time. That’s what it sounds like.  Kind of praise. First she is shocked. But then the scales fall from her eyes. She remembers on happenings many years ago. Then when she was still a child. Then when her relative was a child too. Opposite to her he was the toddler of a popular and always welcome family. He was surrounded by helpfulness, provident and understanding. Features, that weren’t obviously present in her family. Her parents have fought too much. And what she has done then? As a child? She made comparisons. And, of course, came off badly. With the result that she thought something is wrong with her. But right know looking and listening to him. Not as a child. But as an adult. She sees what she wasn’t able to back then. Her family could not maintain the facade to the outside. Everyone could see their problems. And that has made them vulnerable. As she says goodbye to her relative to go her way she looks up to the sky. And sees dark clouds. It’s going to rain. She likes what she sees. She prefers to see the reality. Even if there are some dark clouds.