When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.
When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took alast sad glance at the man who was kneeling now himself, whose back was burning with four...
When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.
When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started not just to mean something, but everything.
When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspende...
What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.
What good are the words?
We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful...
We smell the impact of traffic and humans. Humans and traffic. Back and forth. We taste our moment, swallowing it, knowing it. We feel our nerves twitching inside our stomaches, lunging at our skin fr...
Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jamás un dedo para ayudarnos ohacer que nos sintamos bienvenidos. No es una queja, no me malinterpretes. No esperamos nada....
Une définition absente du dictionnaire. Ne pas s'en aller: un acte d'amour et de confiance, que les enfants savent souvent traduire.
Und es sollte mir einmal mehr beweisen, dass eine Gelegenheit geradewegs zu einer anderen führt, genauso wie ein Risiko ein weiteres nach sich zieht, ein Leben ein anderes und ein Tod den nächsten.
Un regard d'argent, empreint de bonté. D'argent en train de fondre. En le voyant, elle eut conscience de la valeur de Hans Huvermann
This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy’s head and explained, I know, son—but you’ve got beautiful blond hair and big, safe blue eyes. You should be happywith that; is that clear?But nothing wa...
Things always seem to glide away.They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on occasion I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, cru...
They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible.
There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.