Hotel St. George – Little children’s bones
Germany, circa 1600, the story of the werewolf is born.
Whenever humans face something inexplicably tragic, we tend to justify it creating impossible explanations and out of this world creatures to prove that humans aren’t inherently evil.
Written accounts say that when the habitants of a small village in Germany back in the 17th century, found the corpses of children in the outskirts of their homes, wolves was the only natural explanation as it was their most feared enemy back then.
Obviously, when signs of the children been raped as well as murdered without the distinctive marks a wolf would leave them came to be the main conversation, the villagers started questioning what was going on.
One day, they found it was one of them, raping and murdering children.
But that was impossible, it couldn’t be one of them, he was a monster they said, obviously part wolf part human, but a monster, not a member of the community. Not the son of a father and a mother.
A monster.
If you’re like me, your iTunes music collection will look like a selection of the best grey question marks your computer can generate.


There’s a vehement stigma towards TV.




