Who has been eating my apple?
I woke up on a morning end of October and the whole world was covered with frost – looking special and delicate. And then this tiny fruit catched my eye. It lay on the edge of the terrace looking like a tiny apple which has been nearly eaten up. By a bird, a mouse? The whole scenery reminded me of the fairytale “Snow White and the seven dwarfs”, when the dwarfs discover that someone has been in their home – using their things, eating their food, and finally sleeping in one of their beds.
