Hier dreht sich fast alles um's Schaf. Und um hübsche Dinge mit Schaf. Und Bücher mit Schaf... Und manchmal um Bücher und Geschichen. Mit und ohne Schaf.
Veröffentlicht von Irina - Januar 16, 2021
I come back to the Hebrides every year. I take the ferry from Oban and over the years I have developed a ritual; starting with a full breakfast right after getting on board although I never go in the morning. By now I am used to kids being ordered to ‘make room for the lady’. The first time hurt. Lady. I haven’t grown into one, have I? It doesn’t feel like I did on the inside.
After the meal I go out no matter what the weather is like. When the crossing is rough one of the staff asks me to go back inside. I don't think they recognise me. Maybe they do and they say “there is this lady who always…” Maybe they now say “there is this old lady... always travels alone”.
Veröffentlicht von Irina - August 13, 2019
He looked like a librarian. I hadn’t been in a library for ages but I knew the cliché: thin rimmed glasses, pale skin that looks… dusty somehow, and a suit past its time. Its time in fashion and past the time that this type of fabric was considered…. at least ok. Crinkly beige and brown and not really fitting the shape it was on. His eyes were nervously moving from side to side when he ordered his coffee. Just plain coffee. Cream extra. He said “thank you very much” and scuttled off. Really! Scuttled. Other guests walk. Big long strides that are used to take miles of countryside in a day. Weiterlesen