The long days are now
Before my parents arrived, I told my friends I was nervous. About the visit, about our dynamic – all the history that comes with being someone’s daughter. One friend said: “Maybe you can learn something from them.” ...
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24 Hours in Germany – Fragments
So familiar. So calming, so soothing, so intuitive. Like a hug. And yet, in these streets, I keep spotting an old version of myself. Walking to the bakery. Cycling along the Isar. I loved that life. But that’s not ...
All of Us, Dots
The artist Yayoi Kusama covers everything in dots. Pumpkins, canvases, walls, her own body, other people’s bodies, entire rooms. She has been doing it since childhood, when she started seeing the world dissolve into ...
Passages
“Sonja, we’re in between.” She said in a voice message, somewhere between her cooking potato soup and me lying in bed being sick. She was so sure about it. No hesitation. And I think she’s right. In between. Between ...
About Beginnings
I stood there wondering: where do I start? What’s the first article here? By now I have so many things I want to write about – but where do I begin? Which one is the first? Then I read a sentence in Patti Smith’s ...
Prélude
New Waters – no particular rhythm, no agenda. Just thoughts, feelings, reflections – whenever something moves me and I want to put it into words. An intimate space, a glimpse into the storm in my mind and heart. A ...