angels in disguise
I went to live once in a big city that was once a small city with trees and flowers and sparkling fountains, with water that never tells a lie. Then, because I was called upon, I moved to a small town with a river that flowed backwards. This petite village, with a room so small I hardly had space for my blue wooden writing table with the two chairs, on which one was waiting for a stranger to call by with stories to tell. It has been written, so now it is I write it myself. ‘Always be kind to a stranger, she may be an angel in disguise’.