Death

I got used to warm sheets, to a woman, black coffee, and to vodka. I fell in love with my snow, covered hut, and hunger, satiety, and soft songs. I wouldn’t be able to live without a [...]

Sabbath

Sabbath, you are sacred to our hearts. Come on a winter night — we wait in a quiet and golden room where candle light shivers and flickers on a table. Looking at my mother’s face I [...]