https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/This blog has turned into the place of Every Mind of Kasper Hoe, which means it will be the blog of poems, reflections, stories and general writings.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/956337Hi, dear fellow "citizens" of BlogitVille, As some of you may have noticed already, the five pieces of "The Newbie" I shared earlier this year has disappeared from my blog. It's not caused by technical problems or something like that. No, I did it because I thought it was too long ago since I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952968As nobody pinches my arm so I can wake up from this nightmare, I see the face of the figure. It's the man from the platform. "Well, Henry," he says, "I come to thank you." “Thank me? For what?" He shakes his head in despair and replies: "You brought Toby to the station. You brought Toby to me,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952594When I wake up, Jennifer is sitting next to the… hospital bed I'm lying in. "Jen?" I mumble, “Where am I? And what happened?” Jennifer smiles through tears and replies: "You got sick. I was so scared you wouldn’t make it.” "Feeling sick? Make it?” I ask. She nods slowly. "They said it probably...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952581It takes almost ten minutes before it dawns on me where I have seen the man before. Sometimes, I have seen him in the cemetery when I have been at Toby's grave. I have, on reflection, never seen him visit any grave. But it may, of course, be because the tomb he usually visits is in one of the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952422When I stand out on the street again, I wonder if I should take a walk past the harbor or the station. Maybe it would be an idea to go to both places. Like I thought, so done. - How did you end up in the harbor, Toby? - I walk towards the station, which is a walk for about twenty minutes from the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952391I can’t let go of my possible track already. "You said you found him down by the harbor? Do you know anything about how he ended up there?” I ask. The blonde cop-chick sighs shortly and answers: "No, there was actually nothing that gave us any explanation for that. He was probably down to look at...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/952348When I get to the police station, I am kindly received by the blonde, whose name I do not remember. "Hello," she greets, "what can I do for you?" She seems fresh, I must give her that. And I kind of get the idea that it's a good first impression to get when you enter the reception. "I'm coming to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/951235Now, almost a week has passed, and I have been wondering like crazy. What kind of station was Toby talking about? What does a station have to do with any of Toby's life and death at all? I can’t find any answers to these questions, because I don’t know where to begin my search for answers. I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/951078As that is said, Toby disappears like dew from the sun. Here I stand back and wonder. Which station? I wonder. Preserved, there is a station here in the city. After all, this is a civilized city. But I just couldn’t make it fit that the station Toby was talking about might be Newarch City Station....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kasperhoe9360/951030Ten minutes later I find myself in front of Toby’s grave. “Here we are,” the voice whispers. “Toby’s grave,” I say wondering, “What’s this about?” No answer. I look around. Man, I must be out of my mind. I don’t know if I believe in miracles or something, but suddenly I think I see Toby right in...