100 Tales for one night

Once upon a time - a few days ago, I was sitting on a bench waiting for the bus. It was already late and in the middle of the forest on a country road in Saxony, where all kinds of impressions await the traveler. A gentleman with a backpack and a long beard came up and sat down next to me and began to talk. The first bus passed and the second. The moon made its way through the sea of stars and as ...