Using my other hand, I loosen my tie before grabbing hold of the suitcase to pull it along. I am in the airport in Copenhagen, it’s in the middle of the night, and the place is deserted. My steps echo. I am on my way to the Metro station. “I’m back,” I say in a tired voice, not recalling where I ...
Grete is sitting by the window, looking out, while mechanically rolling up a ball of yarn. It is freezing outside. Ice crystals along the edges of the window. Heavy, dark clouds in the sky above. Soon, it might begin to rain. Or even snow. The postman passes by the window on his bicycle.Johannes ...