Migration

An event that changed my life forever was the death of my beloved brother. The time after his moped accident was a period of hope and anxiety while he lay in a coma. I clung to every little spark of hope and wished for nothing more than for him to wake up and get well again. In addition to my feelings and fears, there is also talk of some strange events in the hospital. After a period of uncertainty, fate did not mean well for my brother. For me, as a 12-year-old at the time, everything was incomprehensible. How would life work without him? These and many other questions preoccupied me day after day...