Chapter one:

Usually I met these Klicks when I went to the tanning beds. I would go there late at night and they would pass me when they went out and I went in. my favorite smell is the smell of the room with the tanning bed, burnt skin and distant smell of Klick.

After the move I began using fake tan again. It was not really a choice but every time I came near the sonnenstudio a got a slight touch of anxiety and decided to do it another time.

And now I met this Klick in the church.

The church is nothing like other churches I have been to. it is like if a doctors waiting room moved in there. Linoleum floors, padded chairs, light varnished wood. All this in the main church room with Jesus on the cross an everything, right next to the enormous bricks and windows. It swallowed all the light I thought. The weird architecture made me think of nothing else than architecture and it made me disappointed of my own faith. i did not recognize Jesus in the crucifix wearing a cloak. I sat down.

I stood up, wanted to see if it felt better sitting on the opposite side of the big room. Right when I passed the baptismal font Klick passed me walking straight to the crucifix. He made the sign of the cross and left again.

In that moment I could feel everything. It was that same feeling of light to and from my chest, my heart. Out in my fingers and my shoulders got heavy. I started crying, praying.

God knows how to get my attention; Nike tn, beautiful blue colourway, kobolt blue tech fleece jacket and the hair and the small mustache. The one where everything is shaved except a thin line on top of the upper lip.

When I stood up to make the sign of the cross I could smell him in the room. The smell of Angel, the smell of Klick.