That strange face in the mirror: Maybe This Time by Alois Hotschnig

The stamps on the envelope were still moist. I noticed they were foreign. As I got to the window I realized that I was, in fact, in another country, somewhere unfamiliar. I didn’t know where. To confirm or dispel my sense of foreboding, I went into the bathroom. A stranger’s face looked at me from … Continue reading "That strange face in the mirror: Maybe This Time by Alois Hotschnig"