I was talking to Ana in a crowded coffee place when someone who seemed way too big for the little tables joined us. ‘Hi!’ Ana said. ‘This is Dieter.’ I smiled to him, he said hi, and he threw his phone between Ana and me. Ana picked it up and scrolled through his messages, obviously… Read More Dieter


Micha was Jewish and rich. Not my words, his. He managed to describe himself like that in almost every other sentence. To mix it up, he sometimes implied it, going for the show don’t tell approach; ‘I live in the centre of London, in a big house’, ‘I normally don’t go to these types of… Read More Micha