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Avra stood on a platform. She put down her suitcase and looked at the timetable: “DEPARTURES - Identity 8:00.” The train was to arrive in a minute. Just a few people were waiting on the platform. “At least no crowding…

Imera sat on the edge of a pier and dipped her feet in the somewhat waving lake. She could sense a warm sunny touch all over her body. The first day of her long-awaited summer holiday felt good. She took…

“For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate; he suffered death and was buried...” - these words repeated by the crowd made Mantari almost smile and she barely managed to supress it and show upon her face. A few…

Like every morning, Katala sat on the sofa and embraced with her hands a warm cup of freshly-made coffee. She was watching it steaming delicately and vanishing over the brim of the cup. “If only my thoughts could depart just…

Casyana was addicted to touching, that is being touched by other people. However, it was not rather about the physical touch related to body. She was dependent rather on being touched much more intensively by words, glances, and behaviour. Anybody…

Matala was longingly awaiting her second child. The first son, Kabu, a charming smartie, somehow foreshadowed another exemplary childbearing. The first glance, the first smile, the first steps, the first words - it all happened at a impeccable pace. She…

There was a huge, full-length mirror in Anukha’s bedroom. She could see all of her tiny body in it, from top to bottom. She loved to watch herself, particularly when wearing her ballerina’s dress. Then her feet would pivot automatically and…

Antaya was an exceptionally well-behaved and orderly girl. Just like her wardrobe in which every single item had its designated place and purpose. Everything was to be put back onto its proper shelf, hung according to the colour code and…