Nägin unes, et posu pakse kodurotte oli tuulutusrežiimil oleva akna kaudu mu üürikorterisse roninud. Neid oli julgelt vähemalt kümmekond, vahest isegi paarkümmend. Istusivad nemad ilusti minu kodukontori töölaua all minu isikliku rotipuuri peal ja sees. Olid teised üsna kopsakad ja ilmselgelt hea toidu peal olnud. Ega vist pealinnas prügipuuduse üle kurta saagi. Ilmselgelt olid nad … Continue reading Selgeltnägijate uneproov
I saw you sitting in the corner today, panting, smiling, and looking at me. I read somewhere that dogs do not smile naturally. It's a skill only some of you adopt by observing us, humans. You seem to have picked it up, too. Little do you know what effect it has on people. I saw … Continue reading To Leo
Yesterday, I went to buy myself some new glasses. My previous ones had slid off the motorcycle when I was taking off my helmet and landed right underneath my partner's foot. Classic communication error combined with some bad luck. The back-up ones I have been wearing as a temporary replacement are several years old and … Continue reading Dare to adopt a new perspective
Only a few things are better than sitting alone on my bed in front of an open window in my tiny studio in Amsterdam, watching the sun set behind the railway and a countless number of aeroplanes descend behind the three wind turbines, listening to crickets singing outside. These are moments of peace, serenity, and … Continue reading I’m coming home
It was a splendid morning in the Netherlands. The weather was nice. The sun was shining. Around 8 a.m., Eva was stretching her sleepy limbs. She heard people unlocking their bikes, seagulls fighting over garbage, and trains riding off to who-knows-where. A gentle wind squeezing in through the half-open window was caressing her forehead. She … Continue reading How violence is sometimes the correct answer
Last night I woke up to a car alarm. It took me a while to realise that the noise I heard through my deep sleep was indeed a car alarm. As a fellow car owner myself, I know that car alarms usually have a reason to go off (unless we are talking about *my* car … Continue reading Who you gonna call? Night Watchers.