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…

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.

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…