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Trading pain for happy memories?

Today is my brother Erik’s 36th birthday. For some reason, this day becomes sadder for me the longer he is dead. It’s been almost 9 years now, unbelievable! I went to the cemetery for the first time this year. I don’t go there often. While I love cemeteries, it is not the place I need … Continue reading

Had or have?

I used to have a brother. It would be his birthday today. “He is in a better place.” – “He is dead. That’s not a place.” “It was God’s will.” – “God had nothing to do with that, believe me.” “You can still talk to him, in the cemetery.” – “I will not talk to … Continue reading

Perspectives on getting old(er)

Source Most of my ideas for blog posts are inspired by conversations I have or by things I observe. This one started to grow after I talked to a friend on the phone yesterday. I met her when I was 24 and now I am…. older! I will be 37 next week and HOW THE … Continue reading

The story of the dragonflies

source In my last post for my brother’s birthday I mentioned that dragonflies are very special to me ever since he is gone. Now the anniversary of his death is approaching – I will not have the time or energy on the very day to publish anything here, so I decided I’ll do it today. … Continue reading

Perspectives on Iceland Part 2 – photos

Today I would like to show you some of my visual perspectives on Iceland. If you are also interested in the linguistic and musical side of the island, please read Perspectives on Iceland Part 1 – Language and Music and also check out Part 3! I took about 500 photos when I was there so … Continue reading

Perspectives on England Part 1: Encounters

source After my university degree in Educational Science I decided that you can never have too many degrees and enrolled with a new Master’s programme called European Culture and Economy. It was an international course and the German students were advised to spend a semester abroad. This is how, in 2003 (damn it! That’s 10 … Continue reading

I’ll call you on Sunday

“Mum, any calls for me?” – “No.” – “Are you sure?” – “Yes, I am!” – “Really no calls for me?” – “Nohooooo!” – “Well, did you go shopping or were you in the basement?” – “NO!” – quickly dialling my best friend’s number: “Can you please call be back, I think my phone doesn’t … Continue reading