Pakistan lost one of their own this week – born and raised in Leipzig – but they will never lose her contribution to their lives.
Had Death been roaming our city that night in search of a casual victim?
Call it my own version of faith.
27 calls, a week or a day too late to be heard.
He was like an old Indian or Egyptian king collecting a snow crown on his head. His head resting on his sofa pillow I stole from his room.