Stories - Japan

I thought I couldn’t trust my eyes. I had to look again. After a short question and a nod from our side he used the one remaining seat at our table. It was a small table, that we used on that Wednesday night in order to have some privacy. But all the other seats were taken. We always looked for a small table on those precious evenings when we met after university classes, Jacques and I. We were not happy, but the restaurant was filled to capacity. He ordered something from the waiter and we immersed ourselves back into discussing our plans for the evening, the new film we wanted to see. Read more

A bird outside is calling again and again. And I feel like poking my head out of the window. But I cannot move. For one hour I am not allowed to even move the tip of my toe. An awesome silence is lying over the other forty or so meditators, women strictly separated from men by an isle. The light is dim. I am not allowed to open my eyes just a little bit in order to check whether anyone has fallen asleep. Only stomachs I hear growling from time to time, especially from the women’s side. One sounds like the grumbling of an angry bear. No one giggles. Read more

"Please, tell him, I would do anything to be loved again by this man." While his guide translated these words to the witch doctor, Wulf desperately stared at Iwao`s face smiling at him from the photo as he had always smiled, half embarrassed, half flattered. Read more