Bob can not deal with the malodorousness of the colleague in front of him anymore. Since half an hour he is standing on the highway and the burning sun makes him suffer. The fuel in his tank is turning aeroform and liquid again, the temperature of the bonnet is raised to 70 degree Celsius and dark clouds get out of his exhaust pipe.

The people in his cabin seem not to be affected by all of that because Bob is a Proton 313 and these … read more

It started with a piece of butter. My neighbor – actually she lived right underneath our apartment, therefore I should call her the „inhabitant of the third floor“ – this person, whose name I knew but had never talked to except for a pragmatic “hi” in the stairwell, when we accidentally met, this person, whose doormat I knew and the anti-nuclear-power-stickers at the letterbox, too, rang my doorbell. She asked if I had a piece of butter for her. I did not.

Nevertheless, I felt … read more