One question opened my kitchen. Twenty years later, my wife’s sport opened a world I never expected to love. By Ralf The First Question The first important question was not very romantic. “Are you the former husband of S—the man who can cook so well?” That was what my wife asked me when we first…
At 65, I am not sure that I will become a good dancer. But after spending a great deal of time alone, ballroom dancing has brought new people, movement and fun into my life. By Ismar My sixty-fifth birthday contained two surprises. At lunchtime, I went to a restaurant with my mother, my aunt and…
Sometimes rest isn’t about doing nothing. Sometimes it’s baking bread before work, laughing at a child’s unexpected song, and looking forward to a camping weekend with a slightly questionable slushy in your hand. For a long time, I thought rest meant stopping. Lying on the sofa. Sleeping longer. Doing absolutely nothing. But if I’m honest,…
My warning light glows politely, my gramophone refuses to optimise me, and sometimes the best way to recharge is to travel hundreds of kilometres to a concert. During our Wednesday Swimming Club conversation, we tried to understand what rest actually looks like. This immediately created a problem: the moment people begin explaining how to rest…
After two weeks in the desert, drinking warm water and sleeping in a tent, an ordinary cold Kronenbourg became one of the best beers of my life. An ordinary beer becomes a very good beer after 100 kilometres. To be honest, after 100 kilometres, every liquid is good. Water is good. Coffee is good. But…
For me, rest does not always mean doing nothing. Sometimes it begins when the daily routine disappears and I can simply enjoy the people around me. Our family holiday begins in a way that does not sound very relaxing. At 6:30 in the evening, I have a football match. After the match, I will go…
A weekend of old traditions, early starts, a determined wife and one sleeping man showed me that rest is not always doing nothing. Sometimes it is knowing when to step forward, when to step back, and when to let the sofa win. Sunday Begins at 4:30. On Sunday morning, my wife came into the bedroom…
