Tessa
When I finally stumble out onto the street, I have the feeling that I can finally breathe again. In our apartment I felt really uncomfortable for the first time today. As if my mother had wanted me to burst my collar, so that I feel more comfortable out here on the street with all the strangers around me than at home.
For a moment I lean on my knees with my hands and take a deep breath. Then I raise one hand to stop a taxi. I have not yet thought about where exactly I would like to go. So far I just want to leave. But I'll probably find myself in some bar later anyway.
The taxi stops in front of me and I put my head through one of the front windows: "Hello!" "Hello", the driver answers friendly: "What can I do for you? Somehow I already like him. "I don't know yet," I admit and ho
