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Submitted to Contest #34
To: david2019@gmail.comDear friend,I write you finally from my home. I arrived yesterday from Nairobi, in the last evening plane. It was a very long flight but I was happy all the time, because I was returning home after so long as you know. I ate and slept very well for the first time in all this years of jumping from one plane to the other. Sometimes I was so tired that I didn’t even realized in which country I was landing. I arrived home to find a decreed quarantine period though. It means I will be alone at home for the next fourteen day...
Submitted to Contest #32
My name is Pau, Pau Tori. I’m a forty five year old male. I’m an auditor in a large size company, in a major city, but I live in the suburbs. I don’t like to leave in very crowded places. I also cannot afford to rent a house there. I havent had a salary increase in 2 years. I dont think my skills are fully appreciated (It is just reality you know?) I wake up every day at 5.45 am, have a shower, shave and eat my cereals for breakfast. My morning coffee I always take it at work, from the coffee machine in the hall. It’s a new machine but the ...
Submitted to Contest #30
To read while listening to “Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence”, from Ryuichi Sakamoto It had been a long time since he visited his parent’s house. He didn’t expected or wished to be back again. Loving memories are perhaps more painful than frightful ones. And he had been so happy in that old country house, in the smallest village in the country. The house was the last one in the road, going north. After it, only a dense wood carved by a tarmac road leading to the big city. It was a hunter’s village, so noting was planted, grown or harvested in th...
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