Lifestyle: Inspiring Homeoffice – Interview with Interior Designer Mireille Metwalli

Open sesame! What is behind your home.. more like a Dungeon or an Oasis?
Okay, enough exaggerated. We all work creatively and know how important it is to have an inspiring environment around you at home. It’s clear that we were once again too curious and wanted to find out how to set up and create your perfect Homeoffice for a 100 % Well-Being.
We meet Mireille Metwalli, an interior designer who tells us all about it!
And dear friend, do not despair after this article your Dungeon will definitely become an Oasis.

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Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter V

I felt like the boat had set sail and it had left me behind. I had to jump from the pier into the water and swim as fast as I could to find it. There was no turning back, either I would drown or I would reach her. The next morning was supposed to be like my every morning in the past three hundred years. Wake up, be miserable about life, get up, be miserable about life even more, get some toasts and juice, ending up just taking a bite and spending the remaining five minutes of breakfast time thinking about my poor life choices.

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Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear

She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.

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Thinkpiece: Vom Märchen der Angst

ie kann nicht atmen. Versucht nach Luft zu schnappen. Ein Seil schnürt sich um ihre Kehle. Sie versucht sich loszulösen. Mit jedem Atemzug fühlt sie die Enge. Der Puls bleibt stehen, wenn er sie berührt. Millionen von Insekten, die krabbeln, kriechen und sich in auf ihrem Körper verbreiten. Wenn er langsam über ihre Schulter streicht, zuckt jedes ihrer Glieder zusammen.

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Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter II

We ran so fast that my sneakers sole was starting to come out.

A cloud of dust was beginning to rise with our rushed steps. I remember looking back one time, once we were far enough for me to have the courage to do it. The sun was almost catching the horizon, its blood red color combined with all the dust in the air made me feel I was seeing the earth burning. I could hear my brother sobbing. I wanted to stop and comfort him but I was too afraid for our lives. “Run, Miles!” – Those were the only words I was capable to pronounce at that time. We were about a half a mile away from the village when we spot a car coming towards us.

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Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter I

I was never good with goodbyes.

I always felt a bitter taste on my mouth when I saw someone of whom I liked leaving. Not because of the fact that I would miss them, I actually was always lingering for a little bit of sorrow from time to time. No, it was because I could never express to them how much I cared. It was always too hard for me to show emotions when I was a kid. I always felt naked and vulnerable by doing it. So much I wished to be different, to don’t disappoint others, to not make them think I’m some kind of sociopath.

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Fiction: Marble Dreams

The something I remember the most is the sun.
It is most beautiful when we see his light through the reflections on the white marble walls, bouncing back and forth between them, a dance of light and life, and an ode to the dead who first saw how beautiful they could be. The thousands of sparrows and starlings pierced the diamond light, ignoring us simple creatures standing on the streets. What could we know? We couldn’t even feel the air rushing throw our feathers, the sun pointing us the direction on the next corner. We are mere stone statues for this enlightened beings. They know their way through life. We instead, battle with the little time we have to enjoy it, always finding excuses to be miserable. Happiness is a future thing. Always.

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Thoughts: A few thoughts from Vietnam

Finally it was time.

Far away from worries, everyday life I said goodbye to Berlin. Not to run away, but I needed a time-out. When the plane took off, it was as if the world was taking a deep breath and standing still for a moment. Up there where the city is just a miniature of itself I thought: the perfect place, the moment to write my book. I would sit at the terraces just like I did before, flooded with ideas and inspiration, writing chapter after chapter. I would proudly hold my finished book in my hands and take the flight home. But that wasn’t the case. One day after I arrived my laptop gave up and left me. Without a single explanation. I begged him to stay but he went on strike. Without ifs and buts. That was it with us. After 2 so intimate years. And now? If this situation had happened to me 3 years ago I would probably have panicked. My vacation? Definitely ruined. I sat down and thought. Calmly. My loud voices in the background, I didn’t listened to them. I won’t let myself roll over emotions. In Hanoi I said goodbye to my laptop.

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Lifestyle: From urban jungle to true connections

I always liked to write in nature. My best works were created in the early morning hours in the rice terraces in Philippines. Well, maybe this place is not nearly like the rice terraces but not bad either, come on! In the Café “the greens” there are at least as many plants as in the Jungle. And that’s what they promise: Coffee and plants.

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