• EN 67

    A butterfly passed under my nose. A beautiful and iridescent blue insect.

    We weren’t in town anymore. Never a courtyard would be able to contain such a large green field.

    Here it was spring, we had left winter on the other side of the street. A lukewarm breeze was blowing at the top of the hill.

    We were here, the four of us. Hannah, Cassie and I, and also the old and mysterious Mrs Andreas.

    Both of the Weavers were looking at the sky. Everything was peaceful, everything was calm.



    Thinking back to this moment, there wouldn’t have been a better place to live the end of the world.

    EN 67