This is one of my earlier pieces. It was a time where Berlin was cold and gray and we heated our small apartments with coal. Often it was so cold in the morning we would turn on the oven and open the door a crack, as it was faster to heat an oven than to go get coal from the cellar. May the thoughts always flow and the pens always have ink!
early morning wake-up
the sound of an oven heating
I have not written in over one year
and my pen fails.
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