It is a love story.

About a boy, blind, but free as a bird.

And about the sweet, headstrong daughter of a stubborn baker. She, too, was free.

With a dying girl of wealthy parents, whom they took in their unconditional love and set her free.

It happened in a fishing village on the Côte d’Azur, during the summer of 1957.

As long as no one interfered with them, everything went well.

Has it really happened?

Has this love story stood out in the Akasha Chronicles that much that a writer could pi...

Sometimes, where people are familiar together, it happens that someone joins in, causing short circuits and patterns get disrupted.

It started with the garden.

An estate/hotel was looking for a gardener (m/f).

A man with an aura of wildness came.

A day later there was a young woman at the door, with all the required qualifications and her autistic toddler.

There was the owner’s secret: a letter from the bank.

There was pressure to participate in an absurd sewage project. Absurd? Not if you ...

Een man is vrijwillige adjunct-conducteur op een museumtrein en oefent voor het examen stoker/hulpmachinist. En ja, dan komt er een meisje bij.

Het schudt hem zodanig door elkaar dat hij uit zijn cocon moet komen.

Het ontwaken gaat niet zonder slag of stoot.

Uiteindelijk brengt de liefde tussen hem en de machine hem het echte leven binnen.

Deze zoektocht voert u van het brute neoliberalisme, van verdien-modellen gebaseerd op crises en oorlogen, naar een inclusieve economie. Langs de complementaire emotion- en knowledge based economy opvattingen. Langs de misvatting dat permanence en flux op dezelfde x-as liggen, evenzo met de concepten vrijheid en veiligheid. En naar de ontstellende ontdekking dat de Aarde zo snel opwarmt omdat het koelsysteem – gebaseerd op wolkenvorming, dus water –

verregaand ontregeld raakt door verdrog...

All the sawmill’s forest is lost in devastating fires. After years of drought, a period of torrential rain breaks out. The barren slopes no longer hold water, and a black tidal wave rages through the river valley.

Eleven-year-old Mindra and her invalid grandmother are the last inhabitants of a village near the abandoned sawmill, high on the mountainside.

She rescues some survivors, who become her new family.

The world is tipping and they must make it on their own.

A child runs away from the funeral of her mother. A father she does not know.

A lonely man brings her food and they become friends.

She personifies an inheritance more fatal than the incriminating information her late mother hid somewhere. A foreign secret service is on her trail.