Letters from Somewhere No. 014
My whole life, I've felt like I'm watching the world from the other side of a window, and I just don't know how to pass through to the other side, where everything is effortless. … How do you know if…
Letters from Somewhere No. 013
It's not always easy to remember. Especially not the nice experiences. But I try. I would probably be more successful if I were happy today, if I had the feeling that I had arrived in life. But…
Letters from Somewhere No. 012
So now we're in Berlin. Not where we used to be, in Neukölln. We are in a "better" area, in Zehlendorf. The accommodation is on the first floor of an Art Nouveau villa that is over 100 years old. The…
Letters from Somewhere No. 011
11th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). The approaching departure spreads great joy in me. Even if it is only the joy in the thought that we are again heading for something that we don't…
Letters from Somewhere No. 010
10th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). A little piece of happiness. Whatever that means, I want a piece of it. Wherever it is, I want it. We leave our familiar surroundings and go to…
Letters from Somewhere No. 009
9th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). I do not have empty time. My time has a beginning, a flow, a defined end. I bury my head behind a screen that takes me to another world day after day.…
Letters from Somewhere No. 008
8th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). It's a wonderful feeling to be on the move, whether actually on a road or on the great journey of life. I am happiest when I am on the move. But I…
Letters from Somewhere No. 007
7th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). Autumn is coming in quick steps. It is cold in the apartment, even during the day, although it is warm outside and the sun is shining. The heating is…
Letters from Somewhere No. 006
6th week in Jablonec nad Nisou (Czech Republic). Slow down, we all move too fast. If your childhood is broken, you will be broken. I am back from a short but intense visit to Croatia. Shortly after…
Letters from Somewhere No. 005
One week in Kutina (Croatia). I am in the car all day, tired and tense. The entire drive from Jablonec to Kutina the radio remained silent, but not my thoughts. They jumped in every conceivable…