A colorful tale – II

Part 1 60 years ago, I was a young boy and a constant nuisance to my parents. I was living in Nebali in the country of Essawon back then which is located in the middle of a desert. Imagine a town such as ours but instead of green, everything yellow. And instead of chilly evenings…

A colorful tale – I

Grandfather sat in his rocking chair by the fireplace. He seemed absentminded. More absentminded than usual, if that is even possible. Since I can remember, he lives a withdrawn life. Growing up without a father or a mother, living and being raised by my grandparents was already difficult for me. It was even more difficult…

Story: Two twin brothers were walking through the forest…

I once applied for a conference and this was one of the tasks I had to do: Please create maximum two paragraphs of the following story: “Two twin brothers were walking through the forest, when they found an abandoned house. They stepped inside and saw a room filled with horse manure…” This was my answer…

The importance of stories

Stories are a wonderful thing. They are a carrier of knowledge and help us learn, they can make us feel stronger, they can let us dream, and they can help us to get lost in something we like.