Gunther Polnizky

The Old Man´s Diary

1. Our car rolled slowly along the moss-grown driveway. You could hear the gravel under the weight of the vehicle and thus provided an acoustic background for our arrival. I had been looking forward to this moment for so many weeks. The windows of our Ford were wide open and the scent of the thick forest slowly filled the interior of the car. My girlfriend deeply inhaled the summery smell of pine needles, damp grass, and the fragrant country air.