What Remains. Life is a Story - story.one

I don't tell this as a story with beginnings and endings. I tell it the way life felt in fragments, in silences, in the spaces between words. A first word that never left me. A dream I only half-remember. A look that still lingers after all these years. I built a life around forgetting. Work. Distance. Noise. But memory has its own way of returning. This isn't about perfection. It's about the quiet truths we carry, the fears that shape us, and the people who remind us who we are. What remains is not everything. But it's enough.

Autorentext

I was born between two motherlands. One gave me a home. The other gave me roots. Two languages. Two cultures. Sometimes heavy, always beautiful. I grew up with movies, series, and classic anime. Stories that told me, you could do this too. So I tried. Not as a career. Not as perfection. Just as a way to hold onto pieces of life before they disappeared. This book is one of those pieces. Not a grand story, just fragments. Memories stitched together. If it makes you smile, if it makes you remember someone you miss, then Ive done enough.