It was in 1818 and they say it’s all the fault of a poor church mouse. A few years prior, Napoleon suffered defeat at Waterloo, and they exiled him to the island of St Helena, one of the most remote islands in the south Atlantic. That was far, far away from the Austrian countryside in which our poor church mouse lived. An Austrian Winter...
We’re back in the 1920s. It is a cold winter’s evening. The sun kisses the horizon and snowflakes are slowing drifting through the cold air outside. A fine layer of freshly fallen snow already coats the scenery in front of your window. Inside, a fire crackles making everything cozy and warm. You just put the tree up and the scent of hot...
What could have been a tranquil afternoon in a Native American village over 400 years ago was interrupted by the sound of distant guns. Guns are fired for many reasons, – most of them are bad. Better safe than sorry, thought the villagers, so Native American warriors from the Wampanoag people grab their weapons and assemble in the middle of...
There is a determined expression on the face of the bowler who stands ready to strike. What will follow in a few heartbeats already plays out in his mind. He stares down the bowling lane where 10 defiant pins radiate the confidence that nothing in the world will make them fall. But he will send the ball down the oiled lane and send those pins...
