Goose bumps on his purple skin. He heard the motor rumbling, but at such distance he could not distinguish if it were a yellow Caterpillar, or a green John Deere. The person in the white lab-coat running around in muddy boots, must be the archeologist leading the excavations. What precious treasures could they be digging […]


He was like the new kid on the block in downtown San Francisco. He wore his white suit, that did not have a single white spot any longer, it was sweaty and smelly.


Beim kalifornischen DMV windet sich die Kundenreihe um das Gebäude herum, wie eine dahinkriechende Schlange.

Die Beamtin Mary müht sich lustlos hinter dem Tresen ab.