Horst-Oliver Buchholz (in: summer grass 125)

child's play

The child's gaze towards me in the S-Bahn is not exhausted, but concentrated. The body is motionless, only the small, somewhat sausage fingers move nimbly over the touchscreen of a smartphone to control a game. Finally the child jumps up and exclaims: “Crap, shot down! Now I only have three lives! ”An older man gets up and leaves. "End station," he says.

back from the trip
the unexplored places
in mir

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Year of publication: 2019

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