Can you go into the desert and come back unchanged? What will you find even if you’re not looking for anything? What kind of experience will it be? The wind coming from the desert mountains and racing across the open fields is more a storm than anything else. It blows you sideways, carries so much […]
In Berlin more people live alone than in relationships or families. It seems the German capital is also the capital of the German singles. And I can’t help but wonder if they are all lonely. Or are they so busy they don’t feel the loneliness that might spread slowly through their souls? Maybe I am
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With half of my life behind me, or even a bit more, I may be old or old-fashioned or just too old to understand. To me it seems some things got lost, things I remember to have been natural. While relationships have never been easy, I wonder haven’t we been more outspoken? In Berlin it’s
What is it that makes us like someone or not? Fall in love? Get along? I often hear people say it takes time, the time to get to know each other as well as common interests. Sounds reasonable. But then… Last night I dreamed of Kate. In my dream I came back to her Upper
Better be safe than sorry – that’s the best headline I can give to my latest trip. In fact, more a motto. Though this was never intended the trip brought me to some of my limits. And while I certainly don’t need that kind of experience again I’m grateful I had it as it told
„Don’t say what you don’t mean“, my mother told me, „and always be honest.“ The one time I lied to her was when a girl from school had asked me to come over before class, and I was fairly sure my mother would not allow it. I was seven years old and told my mother
I’ve always loved to travel. I guess it’s in my blood. There must be a gene that links me to the Berber. It probably runs in the family as my sister and her kids have it too, this need to leave and to go out into the world, to see with our own eyes and
I should be happy. I should feel great. I should look into a pink and purple future with eyes wide open and glowing with excitement. I’m not. So, what went wrong? After hearing from agents and publishers one time too many that my writing is beautiful, the talent clearly there, the handiwork elaborated but, unfortunately,
A place for desire, an object of longing, a thing that symbolizes what you wish for – don’t we all have that? Some keep it a secret while some of us may talk about it so much that others tire of it. But somewhere deep in our hearts I’m sure it lives within each of
You are either wolf or sheep. Did anyone ever tell you that? Did it make you wonder which side you’re on? Were you unable to decide, not finding yourself in those categories? What does it mean anyway? That we are either predator or prey? As if there’s only good and evil, black and white? I,
How far would you go for what you believe is your huge happiness? For who you believe is that missing part of you? For the one and only? Would you kill, steal, beg and lie? Would you say „to hell with all consequence“? Would you listen to your heart even if all common sense and
I might never write one word of fiction again. I thought so. I was convinced for days. Now, I looked at my hurt, smelled and tasted it. It’s a dish I can’t find a real appetite for. I may be at the end of my rope but that means there is still rope.