Short stories

 

You will find a series of short stories here about children who live under a variety of living conditions. Each story represents a geographic, economic, climatic or political reality. The fictional stories describe a segment of the daily life of a child in the relevant country and have special focus on specific living conditions, consumption patterns and resources.

 

Steven in Canada

 

 

 

Yun cycles. She weaves in and out of beeping cars and chugging buses. Balancing between the edge of the sidewalk and the swarm of small, fast motorbikes.

 

 

Renata lies on her back with closed eyes in the soft moss. The grass smells of summer. A warm wind is blowing past. A flock of birds twitters in the branches of the trees.

 

Radu hammers his hands on the strings of the guitar. Wrouiiing! Slash! Wrouiiing! He looks over his shoulder at Nelu, who is setting a heavy rhythm on his bass.

 

With a bag in each hand, Selina rushes off. Past the tea house and the tailors. Further down next to the kebab sellers. In through the narrow alley behind the mosque.

 

 

Vazgen dribbles the brown leather ball away quickly. The gravel crunches under his white sneakers, whilst he runs.
 

 

 

Sayka presses the button and gets a little sinking feeling in her tummy as the lift goes up. The red numbers on the display change quickly....7,8,9,10, pliing! The door opens noiselessly.

 

Monica takes a seat next to her mother in the front seat of the silver-blue Mercedes. She fastens her seatbelt and pushes a button on the instrument panel.

 

 

Kumar straightens the piece of orange fabric in front of the sewing machine. With both hands he pushes it slowly forward, whilst treading on the pedal under the table.

 

Joanna follows the movements of the horse whilst she rides over the plain. A light, misty rain pulls a grey mist over the flat landscape.

 

 

Frosina looks at the thin man with the round glasses. He has been standing in front of the stall for a long time. He has been staring silently at the glasses.

 

 

 

Tuak lies completely still. He stares ahead at the edge of the ice. He breathes slowly. Even though he is covered in snow, he is not cold. The thick sealskin and the fur-lined boots keep his body warm.