The small, green room of my coworking community is left empty today, most likely because of the flow noises radiating from the old heater system. Thankful for the calm today, I install myself directly next to the rushing and splashing and pretend it was a tropical waterfall. Childhood memories bring back the old shell trick. Instead, […]
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.
«I sometimes drink the rest of your Peppermint tea in the morning, cold.» «You’re a tea vulture.»
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 […]
Six days left to find a new home… Stress started to show in form of cracks at the corners of my mouth. A potential landlord sent an email saying “Sorry the decision was not easy, we had three candidates and made the decision by drawing lots. It wasn’t you.”
My neighbour is listening to Techno music and I type my stories to his beat.
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 […]
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.