I passed by my old flat the other day. The one in the Heusteigviertel where I was living when Nadine moved to Stuttgart. Where she joined me after about one year and where we spent another year together before we moved on. Life was still fair these days.

Tonight, I’m going to see a concert at the Kiste, the place where the both of us went on the very evening of Nadine’s removal – she would have loved to go there again. Tomorrow, a market with sustainable goods starts at the Marienplatz – she would have enjoyed to visit it very much. On Saturday, the first game of football in the Stadtliga takes place at the Feuerbacher Tal – Nadine would have been happy to meet my teammate’s wifes with whom she became close friends. And on Sunday, my chess club is hosting a rapid tournament – she would have provided two cakes minimum and would have had her fun behind the counter.

It’s so hard to accept that she’s denied all of this. Life doesn’t feel fair anymore.