Jakob Thomassen's Writings
Its a part of Neo Facit.
At a desk at the Antarctic, a secret agent sat. His eyes were old and wise. His hands were young and hard. In front of the agent were a typewriter and a tape recorder. The blue eyes glanced at the horizon. He wanted to unwell the lies, make the truth heard, and understood. The world should know how things occurred and why everything keeps repeating itself.The...
I was born the day after Elvis died in 1977. I used my first 23 years to figure out, what this thing called 'life' is about. In 2000 I started writing. And in 2007. My first short stories were published.