Life Stories
The sound of the tires was still trembling through the walls when the phone rang for the second time.
Those words sounded from the phone, and Dante’s face immediately hardened. “Which hospital are you at?
At the eastern gate of the White House, my father pushed me as if, twenty-six years ago, I should have
My son had barely put the wreaths from the coffin in the living room when he stuffed my forty years of
Nora’s last words remained in the room for a long time. For the first time, I did not feel fear.
In the photograph stood my eight-year-old son, with a backpack and a paper airplane in his hand.
I called Tekla that same night. She named a small café in the city center. Salgadze and I went there
The engagement ring was still in my pocket when four six-year-old boys looked at me in the restaurant
That morning my son-in-law pushed the door open instead of knocking and came in as though he had had
The address of the conservatory continued glowing on the screen for several more seconds, until the phone









