Around Basson, where I'm still unsure about the proper length of my sleeves, Polka has already turned into a winter landscape. The coniferou...

A few days before the Spirit Festival, a "hut" carrying numerous children from the private Polka Academy will take flight. My "Bedroom"—the ...

Tark is as warm in winter as summer feels in Polka. Polka's summers are mild enough that long sleeves aren't much of a bother, so if you wer...

This takes place about ten years after the epilogue of volumes 1 and 2. Andy is 40. Elenia stopped calling me "Dad" right after her thirtee...

"A new festival?" "Yes. I'd like your cooperation." The baron, scratching at his now completely white head—having given up dyeing it recen...

Having too many kids is a common problem in the countryside. With no real entertainment around, sex with my wife is pretty much all I look ...

Around Basson, they were still debating sleeve lengths, but in Polka, winter had already arrived. The coniferous forests clung to snow, and ...

A few days before the Spirit Festival, a "cabin" loaded with kids from Private Polka Academy will take off. Besides my "fuck room," it’s ba...

Tark is hot enough in winter to feel like summer, at least by Polka standards. Polka’s summers are cool enough that long sleeves aren’t much...

About ten years after the epilogue of parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty. Erenia stopped calling me "Papa" on her thirteenth birthday. Why? W...