Das Leben Der Anderen Novels & Stories

Greeting Gerald and his twins, patting the head of brownie, the dog sheltered by an old lady who lives in the lane, and getting warm hugs from Clara made the distance seem shorter. Putting on my earplugs and keeping my hands in my pocket, I lost myself in the melodies while strolling. Reaching my place, I plunged my hand into my other pocket and caught the pair of keys having their nap. Jingling the pair of keys and smiling to myself I opened the door. My warm and cozy space welcomed me and the first thing I did was drop on the sofa with a thud after removing the device from my ears. After a minute the warmth dwindled and loneliness crept in. I missed them. I sighed.