Author: Modra

Popcorn

The ringing tone is in the phone receiver: “Hellooo,” I hear my father`s thick voice. “Hi, mate, what are you doing?” The voice becomes cheerful: “Aaah, call me back later, I am making popcorn.” “Are you, really, I will make it too,” and I hang up the phone. I imagine him next to the village ….  Read More