Philemon and Baucis – Letzter Teil
It was almost December when the old lady left us. We did not have the chance to say good-bye, for she must have left before dawn and without anyone noticing. Never again did we meet her, however, she had left us the only thing she had owned: An old worn-out copy of Greek legends left open at the story of ‘Philemon and Baucis’, which was the last story I had read to her. …weiterlesen…
Philemon and Baucis – Teil 2
The maid had prepared some soup and a hot cup of tea, we had called for the doctor, and had put the old lady to bed. It had only taken a week when she first opened her eyes. First, she seemed to be very scared, but after she had looked into my wife’s soothing eyes, who had not left the side of her bed, she smiled as if she knew that she was in good hands. …weiterlesen…
Philemon and Baucis – Teil 1
“Almost 600 years ago,” I thought to myself. “Yes, this September it will be 600 years ago.” Still, after all this time I loved her like on the first day we met. Of course we had also had rough times, and chuckling to myself, I thought what couple would have had no fights in a relationship. When I saw her for the first time, I had known right from the start that she was the woman I wanted to spend my life with, for she was the answer to my silent questions, my angel – to love her was my being and nothing else. …weiterlesen…
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Auch ein Leben in der Anti-Utopie hat Höhepunkte.
