Part 1 - Blue Stones in the Grunewald
"I think of holding her close, smelling the scent of honeysuckle—her favorite, heady and nectarous like jasmine tinged with vanilla, wafting, permeating my senses, smelling her breath fresh and sweet like peaches, imagining the smell of her still damp sweat on a dress she has laid across my bed after dancing through the evening in a Go-go club—like tangy sour sweet onion that I want filling my nose, while she is in the shower. This makes my blood run thick and fast, pounding throughout me."
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The Wall Crossers
Non-FictionStep into the captivating world of "The Wall Crossers," a spellbinding tale set against the backdrop of Cold War-era West Berlin in 1971 and 1972 to the latter half of the 21st century, from Berlin to Bhutan. This narrative weaves together the lives...
