Letters from Somewhere No.024
I don't read books anymore. I don't know when I stopped. As is so often the case, it has crept into my life. And before you consciously realize it, it has already become a certainty. I love books,…
Letters from Somewhere No.023
A good sense of one's own boundaries enables a healthy self-demarcation and at the same time a certain flexibility in adapting to others. I ran from something I couldn’t name. I felt it was about me,…
Letters from Somewhere No.022
Leaving means letting go. But letting go does not happen immediately and especially not when you leave something you have grown fond of. Even if you‘ve been there only for a short time. Moving on…
Letters from Somewhere No. 021
I still want to discover so much, see so much, experience so much and take so much with me, but I have no choice but to surrender to the forces of the world. Wind and rain, sometimes light and then…
Letters from Somewhere No. 020
I can't help but think about saying goodbye now. And I'm building up a list of things I'm going to miss. But we're still here, we still have a few days left. And each of these days is precious. In…
Letters from Somewhere No. 019
In front of me in the distance is the horizon, where I can't make out where the sea ends and the cloud-covered sky begins. A strong wind whistles around my ears, I pull up the hood of my outdoor…
Letters from Somewhere No. 018
Collect moments, not things. I remember when I first saw this quote. It was back in 2014, when we where on our first long trip together in South East Asia. We arrived in the middle of the day in a…
Letters from Somewhere No. 017
„Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.“ — Henry David Thoreau „It is about here, about timeless presence, about the depth of the night, about the…
Letters from Somewhere No. 016
Leaving Berlin means leaving the bad feelings and thoughts behind me. That's true for the moment. But I know that I can't escape what's inside me. The damage that has been done and the darkness that…
Letters from Somewhere No. 015
I don't know what I'm more afraid of, people's hatred or their ignorance. Our time here has come to an end and I'm glad about that. Even in this last week, I've been counting the days until we can…