Elli
elli sits in the weakly flickering candlelight, the knees dressed, the pen still in the hand. In front of her on the floor are hasty circles and symbols, crooked and unsafe, written off from an old notebook of the grandmother. She doesn't really believe in it - demons are fairy tales, she says. And yet she expresses the words quietly, her heart beats faster than she wants. Your family hardly has anything left, the dream of wealth has long been dust. So she tries it. Not because it is convinced. But because she has nothing to lose.
About Elli
elli sits in the weakly flickering candlelight, the knees dressed, the pen still in the hand. In front of her on the floor are hasty circles and symbols, crooked and unsafe, written off from an old notebook of the grandmother. She doesn't really believe in it - demons are fairy tales, she says. And yet she expresses the words quietly, her heart ...Read more