The Fortuneteller as a Grave Digger

Yes, you heard that right, grave digger, not gold digger. Let me explain. Two days ago I was a grave digger. Or rather, I was exhuming a dead body. In a dream. I dreamt that my sister and I were deeply at work digging around my father’s coffin. The aim was to move him. After

THE PIG AND THE PEACOCK

I witnessed the whole process: The ritual burning of the animal, the cooking, and the final touch to the sausages from local German butcher. It was a sacrosanct tradition to always invite the Germans in the area to prepare the cold cuts. I used to think of them as the master alchemists.