Memek Tanpa Bulu Romane & Geschichten

A gray day, without sun, like all the others. The house was freezing. I lit the fire. The flames took time to catch, as if they too hesitated to live. I sat in front of the fireplace, my face in my hands. And suddenly, it all came at once. Not thoughts, no. Tears. Sobs. Spasms. I cried like a child. Without shame. Without restraint. The kind of crying that one thought impossible, that one doesn’t allow oneself. Those that tear the throat and heart in the same breath.