Back from vacation, I am struck by Berlin winter. To be warm, I pep up my recently purchased in style robe coat with my old jacket underneath. In the 3 degrees outside I start sweating and smile to myself: This cocoon around me is a little Thailand – a souvenir called sweating.
From now on, this blog will be fed a little less regularly. I find it hard to resist that habit to blog everyday after having blogged 1287 times in almost three years (December 2012), but I want to spread my energy differently. :) See you soon here again. Von jetzt an wird dieser Blog etwas unregelmäßiger […]
On my bike, I saw it was open: the fuel cap of a taxi next to me at the traffic light. I clicked it close. Alarmed by the sound the taxi driver looked at me a little frightened. But when I waved my hand and moved my lips to show him that I just closed […]
I was invited to the home of a 19th century family of a father, mother and ten kids. All six girls wore those notorious white bows in her hair. The four boys and their father wore suits and held their hands behind their back. Everyone was just as sepia, blurry, flat and one-dimensional as an old photograph. […]
I was born and grew up in Uganda. No, not Uganda in Africa. Uganda in Gerfrica. Of course, this might sound strange to you, because Uganda is also a country in East Africa. Nevertheless, it was also a little village in a country called Gerfrica. Most of you haven’t heard of this country before, because it […]
I overheard an anxious girl saying «yesterday, I went to see a room. There was a weird man. A lonely man. I didn’t like his face.»
Spilling my days as if they were sand running through fingers, allowing myself to grow old and wise, learning that nothing is not impossible, but needs to be practiced every day, knowing that the summer will come, if not today, then next year but at least in the coming decade.
Naked in the jungle is awkward. It always boils down to one thing: “We are trying to make a fire since two days…Without success. We’ll use the broomstick…” What broomstick??? Why the heck did that lady choose a broomstick as the one and only object she could bring into the jungle??? What about good ol’ […]
Eine Freundin smste mir Teile dieser Geschichte: 8 Leute aus verschiedenen Orten treffen sich im Alcatraz Hostel in Berlin und beschließen spontan zusammen feiern zu gehen. Aus einem Bier werden drei aus einem Club doch zwei und dann ist die Nacht auch schon vorbei. Die feiernden bestand aus zwei zwanzigjährigen Wienern, zwei Mädels aus Kaliforniern, […]
I want to pass under a bridge by bike, while on it there are two cheeky teenage boys staring at me; making me worry “What if they throw something like a stick, a stone or a sausage?” But instead of the wurst I got a wave and a smile.