Dear brothers and sisters,
Next door to my home was a famous journalist and his wife. His wife was 60 years old with the gentle face.
The first time we talked to each other, it was in the evening, when I was watering the plants on my balcony and she was watering the plants on her balcony. These two balconies – one high and one low, and they were also a bit far apart. We stood leaning against the railings of each home to talk. We talked for an hour. Cool wind, and the moon above our heads was bright. Continue reading Neighbourhood