Le désert chez nous – it’s a cold one. Feeling ugly, stupid – lourde and emprisonée dans le corps. And one day there is the white snow – a wide empty landscape making you light – élévée – in a waste land. A warm bathing water flows around you, and than by-and-by the warmth itself takes away your blood, leaves you cold and lifeless… inanimée d’une manière bizarre…
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born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster.
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