Nils Berg
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8 stories

What came home in the paper bag
I went out for bread and came back with a cabbage. This happens every Thursday.

The bus stop in November
A plastic shelter, a timetable nobody trusts, and the only quiet on the way home.

Chopping slowly on purpose
My knife skills are bad. I have decided that is fine as long as I stop pretending otherwise.

Stock from bones you already have
I used to buy cubes. Then I boiled what was left of a chicken and the kitchen changed its mind.

The path behind the allotments
It smells of compost and wet wood. Nobody put it on a map, which is why I use it.

The footbridge in the forest
Someone built a proper bridge over a stream you could jump. I am grateful every time.

Onions until they give up
There is no trick. There is only the ten minutes you keep stealing from.
