Fiction: Spring of life – Chapter I

I traded seagulls for ravens. On my backpack I had three days worth of clothes, and a toothbrush. On my heart I had a lifetime worth of dreams. I waited too long for this, and I wonder why… I don’t want to think that I was too long trapped in my fears, in my anxiety,…

Thoughts: I’m naive and I’m fine with it.

I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then…

Thoughts: Ich bin naiv und das ist gut so

“Bei dem Wort Liebe fangen meine Augen an zu glühen.” Ich bin naiv. Sogar sehr. Früher ist das nicht so aufgefallen, da konnte ich das noch auf mein Alter schieben. Da war es noch gerechtfertigt. Kindlicher Leichtsinn halt. „Ja gut, sie ist ja noch 17, sie lernt das schon noch“, haben sie damals gesagt. Mittlerweile…

Thoughts: The Big Drop

There I was. Hoping and hopping. Eager to get something I don’t want. Apply. Put on your mask and smile. Study your cliché list, memorize it, some jokes maybe? No, too much. Who has time to laugh? Put your head down and let them absorb you. Feel the anxiety mixed with a monochord vomiting of…

Fiction: The Voyager II

I’ve been floating for years only with the sound of my own voice. It shouts inside my head like in a long hall: “Is there anybody out there?” – The sound travels afar and it fades. Where am I? The smells, the faces, they are gone. My memory leaked into space, year by year, leaving…

I am alone but not lonely

Short foreword: This article was published 2 years ago in an online magazine, a time when I was Single 😉 Maybe these words will help you, encourage or motivate you. That’s the main thing for us! A lot of us don’t want to, can’t, can’t go around it. Many enjoy, love or hate it. Being…

Thoughts: In the middle of nowhere – Warum sind wir so lost?

„Ich weiß noch nicht, was ich machen möchte.“ Das ist einer der häufigsten Sätze, die ich in Berlin höre, wenn es um Partnerschaften, den Beruf oder ums Leben geht. „Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir gucken, wohin es läuft, was sich ergibt. Schauen wir mal.“ Das klingt plausibel: Dinge geschehen und auf sich zukommen zu…

Fiction: The Voyager Part I

Everything is ready for lift off. Starry sky, the air is dry, a slight hot breeze promised us comfort against the heat but it never delivered. The time is 11pm, an August night. I’m at the top of antenna hill. The gateway to heaven. I can see the entire world merging with the stars. The…

Fiction: Oscars Day Part I

Prologue: I love Oscar Wilde. And for a while I read his whole biography, read all his books and almost devoured him as a person. That’s a little story about him, from my perspective. A monologue from the time in prison. 

Fiction: The Black Widow

“She played for the sake of pleasure and suffering” She knew she had them by the hand. She knew how to hold the reins, how to play the right move. She always could. She had spun the spider’s web more and more, had always kept her prey close to her, until she was paralyzed, until…