Batsceba Hardy - The-Apartment
Maria manages her bar in Berlin. Here she meets Sebastian, a real estate agent, and Emma, a foreign girl who arrived in Berlin almost by chance. Maria firstly is a spectator, then advisor and finally a participant in their love encounters. An inebriating trip in the apartments of old Ost Berlin. Batsceba Hardy, in other words when the poetry of the ordinary becomes extraordinary. And it acquires a golden color, a pastel hue that accompanies us in this story. While the reader forgets about what is happening around him and finds himself as if by magic in the Berlin 'apartment' where this sensual story is set, supported by an intriguing plot
Maria manages her bar in Berlin. Here she meets Sebastian, a real estate agent, and Emma, a foreign girl who arrived in Berlin almost by chance. Maria firstly is a spectator, then advisor and finally a participant in their love encounters. An inebriating trip in the apartments of old Ost Berlin.
Batsceba Hardy, in other words when the poetry of the ordinary becomes extraordinary. And it acquires a golden color, a pastel hue that accompanies us in this story. While the reader forgets about what is happening around him and finds himself as if by magic in the Berlin 'apartment' where this sensual story is set, supported by an intriguing plot
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three… you couldn’t keep up with the clicks. She never seemed to care.<br />
Eventually, when I noticed how the wrinkle in the middle of Sebastian’s<br />
forehead relaxed, I decided to take the matter into my hands. So, without<br />
saying a word to him, I began charming her with my magic spells.<br />
My mother’s teachings, which she had learned from her own mother, a<br />
real curandera, turned out to be useful.<br />
Day after day. Some skin, nail, hair fragments and especially my thought<br />
power, since that is the first true weapon of magic. Every time I made her tea,<br />
I would furtively crumble a few leaves of hierbabuena and hierba de milenramas<br />
in the cup.<br />
I always placed a light blue candle, sprinkled in Venus oil, on her table,<br />
standing it in a very kitsch heart-shaped candleholder I had found at<br />
Mauerpark, Berlin’s biggest flea market. And with my thought power I would<br />
start telling her his name: Sebastian.<br />
One morning she lifted her eyes up, looking around, and murmered: –<br />
Who is Sebastian?<br />
My spell had worked.<br />
– e guy with grayish hair in a ponytail, I told her from behind the<br />
counter. – e one always taking pictures.<br />
at afternoon, when Sebastian came in, his Nikon already in hand, their<br />
gazes met for the first time, his wood green eyes blending with her hazelnut<br />
brown. ey started whispering. She stopped writing and he put his Nikon<br />
back in its case.<br />
At closing time they left side by side. I saw them stop at the corner, blurry<br />
in the white light, crossing the street and then heading towards Wasserturm.<br />
As they went out of sight, I realized Sebastian hadn’t left me the envelope.<br />
Did this mean my destiny would be changing as well?<br />
I’ve always wondered if it would have happened even without my<br />
intervention. One can shape other people’s destiny only up to a point. I would<br />
wonder at my lack of ability to influence my own. Perhaps it was because,<br />
unlike Sebastian, I was no longer interested in finding my soul mate. I had left<br />
her in Copenaghen, petrified just like the Mermaid. We both knew our love<br />
would have been eternal.<br />
I don’t want to discuss it. Explain what is not. But live what it is. I’ve always<br />
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