Letters from Somewhere No. 105
We visit the kind, elderly gentleman at his honey stand again. Last time we bought two more jars of honey from him and talked about how we bake our own bread. He offered to bring us some sourdough…
Letters from Somewhere No. 104
I search for them and I find them – there are several moments of silence. Yet I cannot sink deep enough into any of them to truly rest. But that is what I long for: recovery and peace. Behind me lies…
Letters from Somewhere No. 103
Why is it so ugly here? Or to put it differently: Why do I perceive it as so ugly? It's not just a question of aesthetics or perception – there's also something dreamlike in it. A longing for a world…
Letters from Somewhere No. 102
The house is gone. Someone else got it. The decision was painful for me. The whole thing wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the way it happened. The first inquiry received a response – we'd…
Letters from Somewhere No. 101
I walked through the same forest two days ago and admired the dark green and dense branches. Now I look at it from the outside and am surprised by the change. Brown and gold mix into the rich green,…
Letters from Somewhere No. 100
Far from home and I have no idea where to go. Home is no longer an idea. It's not even a goal in the near future anymore. And even less a memory of the past. Everything fades. It's nothing more than…
Letters from Somewhere No.099
I am surprised by the calm that is within me. Beyond the horizon lies a future that I neither recognize nor one that worries me. As if I were already in the right place at the right time and didn't…
Letters from Somewhere No.098
I wish something of this time here would remain. Some feeling or memory. But it passed by so quickly, and all I have within me is emptiness. A few fleeting encounters and visits. In each moment I…
Letters from Somewhere No.097
There is a certain appeal in having no choice. There is something liberating about having only one path ahead and then walking it. It can be comfortable and relieving not to have to make decisions…
Letters from Somewhere No.096
„Time is actually making it worse, because it's taking me further away from when we were there." - paraphrasing from the series Paradise . We continue to surrender to the Christian notion of life as…