What if the fun suddenly stops on social media networks and a strange reality takes over? What if we are confronted with personal tragedy? Maybe even death? Not of a celebrity or someone we don’t know. No, someone we meet on the internet every day. This sounds theoretical to you? Then, step into my shoes. …
New Year’s Eve. A classic day to take a break and look back (if we find the time during that day that often is spent preparing dinner for friends, oneself for the party, the pets for all the noise), also a classic day to look at what might be in front of us. A day …
After 20 Scarpettas and at the end of the year number 20, The Bone Bed, saw its birth I think it’s time to review the series in its whole. Many critics have said a lot, and I won’t sing in their chorus about Patricia Cornwell being a gifted writer, the mother of CSI, the bestselling …
Scarpetta – a Window into Patricia Cornwell’s Soul Weiterlesen »
How much control do our politicians still have? Isn’t the old saying that money rules the world more true than ever before? And if so, is there anything we can do to stop this? A way to restore equality of rights? A way to bring back morals, ethics, reason, humanitarian aspects into political and financial …
Can the power of social media counterbalance the power of financial institutions? Weiterlesen »
1500 kilometers without a plan. Just a general direction. Going West and South. Driving 1500 kilometers to meet someone? I didn’t think about it along the way. I had given up thinking months ago. This was my vacation. One I badly needed but also one I had no clue about. I didn’t know how long …
Amy Winehouse ist tot. Im Leben belächelt und bedauert, mit Kopfschütteln oftmals bedacht, wird sie im Tod zur Soul Queen, zur größten Sängerin unserer Zeit stilisiert. Was aber sagt uns ihr tragischer Tod wirklich? Auf Twitter verbreitete sich die traurige Nachricht in Windeseile. Kelly Osbourne war einer der ersten Freundinnen von Amy Winehouse, die ihren …
I am an island. Sort of out at sea, but that sounds like a fishing vessel without engine, the sails torn, and no captain aboard. Somewhere far out on the ocean. But this is not me. I’m not adrift – am grounded. Am not a lonely island, on which one can ignite fire for fire …