Im Secondhandladen probiert einer eine Jacke an, “Ieeeh” ruft er, “ich hab noch was zu essen gefunden.”
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 […]
Some people make big eyes when reading my stories and ask if I was taking drugs to write them. I say yes: Lots of sleep. But honestly I just use the everyday madness and fragments of my dreams as a pool for ideas. My mouse squeaks when I scroll and I wash some of the […]
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 […]
Passers-by fill the motorway restaurants. With our car we underpass a pedestrian bridge where two guys are waving with both arms just for the sake of it. On the tiny strip of grass, off the road on a small parking with merely a toilet house, some chairs and lots and lots of trucks, a deeply […]
In a restaurant in Berlin: “When is your happy hour?” “Now.” “Until when?” “It’s always happy hour.” “Hehe.” “We used to have specific times. But now it’s just happy hour all the time.”
Girlie sounds indeed a little bit like Görli which is a nickname for Görlitzer Park, a local park in Berlin. If a Berliner asks you to meet in the girlie he will meet you in Görlitzer park. Görlitzer Park in Berlin hat den schönen Spitznamen: Görli wie girlie. Im Englischen klingt es dann so […]
Living in other people’s homes is meeting its owners in a peculiar way. It can be confronting, at times, when having other people’s spiffing wedding pictures smile at you from the fridge door, when you are looking for milk.
A ten-year-old girl in a girlie dress wears her moustache with elegance. Two women with bald headed foreheads and feathery hair pass the homeless on his bench A Longbearded guy has a photovoltaic backpack.