Soviet movies about children

When I was a child I would very often watch Soviet movies, without subtitles, that’s all you could see those days on television – strangely I never really managed to learn Russian, but I could understand, or imagine, what the action was all about. There was a movie I am still thinking about, about a boy-prince who was …

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Nightmares

A rich friend of mine told me a story, but I don’t know if it’s true. Her eccentric aunt went travelling around India one time and there she found a holy cow with flowers in its white mane. With huge costs she brought it alive to Paris, where she encrusted precious stones in its hoofs and …

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Holy Family

What a nice rainy Saturday afternoon I spent in the studio with Natalia and the boys. I only recently met Natalia, but we instantly felt comfortable around each other so today I told her she can rule the game and do whatever she pleases in terms of movements and bodily ideas; I was in charge …

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Moribund lovers

I once lived in a small and charming city, with elegant villas and lots of green spaces. It even had a metro line with only 3 stations, and everyone was taking it at least once a week out of respect for their eco-friendly municipality. During one of these short trips with the metro I met …

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In a museum

I visited the only museum in that forgotten city. What a joke of a museum it was, a big ugly building housing a series of mediocre paintings from different centuries depicting hangings and decapitations of petty thieves in the market place, to the delight of the placid crowd. In one of the rooms I saw …

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Um-hum I answered

My friend told me: “She had all the qualities that I lacked, so I loved her right away. It was overwhelming like the founding of a new religion, an act of rebellion against all the fathers in the world, all those good fathers adoring plaster idols and tiny machines with microchips… And it all ended …

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The storm

A wave of marine air surrounded us. Our lungs became blue-greenish, and algae started to grow from our nostrils, and tiny coral reefs adorned our lungs. The storm broke loose.

Bread-and-butter

There was a summer in Berlin, when, as a sort of resistance movement to all the dairy, fat, and gluten-free trends, two friends of mine were organizing in the garden of their studio their once famous bread-and-butter parties, which they documented thoroughly on their blog and social media platforms, with photos, recipes, and funny tales. I might say …

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Tastes of her life

During our friendship she would say: my life life tastes like a warm Coca-Cola which lost all its bubbles. Or: my life tastes like an ice-cream bar melted on the asphalt. Or: my life tastes like a stale cup of coffee. Until one day she said: my life tastes like ripe cherries in summer. And …

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Leda

One day after his car accident, my friend told me: “I was waiting in front of the emergency room, sipping tasteless coffee from the vending machine. The white room was adorned with nothing but a framed poster of an event from the previous year, Spanish Motifs in Polish Theater, representing a featureless head of a flamenco …

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