Fabrice began with rest. But for him, rest was not only sleep, silence, or doing nothing. Sometimes rest was fishing at five in the morning. Sometimes it was beer in the courtyard. Sometimes it was walking seventeen kilometres through the woods and calling it “just a little stroll.” The First Picture of Rest When Janita…
Chicken marinated with soy, sesame, ginger, garlic, spring onion and kiwi Ingredients Chicken Marinade Method Ralf Note The kiwi matters. You think maybe it is not necessary, but then the meat tells you the truth. Cooking teaches with your teeth.
There is an image going around. It looks like a list of instructions for living better. Delete TikTok. Watch old movies. Embrace boredom. Quit doomscrolling. Eat without stimulation. Hang out in book shops. Walk without headphones. Stare out the window. Learn new skills. Seek discomfort. Experience life. At first glance, it has the smell of…
Maybe we are not tired of effort. Maybe we are tired of the grind, performance, and pretending everything good should be fun. We are talking about rest this month. That sounds simple enough, until you ask the awkward question. Rest from what? The usual answer is work. We have made work so central, so demanding,…
A conversation about active rest, cold coffee, clean sheets, boundaries, and the strange courage of doing slightly less. We began with cold coffee. Janita was sitting in South Africa, dressed as if she had been placed on the South Pole by accident. Her coffee was cooling too fast, but she was still using the cup…
Sometimes the most interesting question is also the simplest: What would you do if, just for one day, nobody needed anything from you? This conversation began with language practice and a few laughs about East German dialects, confusing number words, and family conversations. But quietly, it wandered into something much deeper. What does rest actually…
A conversation about quiet moments, tired hearts, helpful laughter, and why even hardworking dogs deserve a holiday. Some conversations arrive exactly as planned. Others begin with a runny nose, a doctor’s appointment, and someone trying to remember the English words for “low immunity.” This one started there. It was supposed to be about emotional rest,…
I have a confession to make: I don’t know how to sit still. If my body were a smartphone, it would be flashing a red, 1% battery icon while frantically trying to download a software update. Yet, our natural instinct when we hit empty isn’t to plug in—it’s to open twenty more tabs. Why do…
Sometimes a conversation about digital rest becomes a conversation about family dinners, WhatsApp messages, football matches, and the strange way our phones have quietly moved into almost every corner of ordinary life. Digital rest sounds simple. Put the phone down. Switch off. Take a break. But ordinary life is rarely that simple. When we started…
In the Swimming Club, sleep began as a practical question. Then it became a conversation about driving, pillows, mosquitos, holidays, smartphones, YouTube, and the strange pressure of having to be fit tomorrow. Sleep that restores sounds peaceful. It sounds like soft pillows, calm breathing, and a person waking up with a clear head, ready for…
