The first thing that happened was a photograph. Ritesh was describing Kerala like he was still standing there — heat that sticks to your skin, the long walk on the sand, the Arabian Sea holding only the sunset (not the sunrise), and his wife, glowing with that kind of excitement you only see when something…
I sometimes smile when people ask me whether I am German or Bavarian. On paper, of course, I am German. I have a German passport, I speak German, I work in Germany. It’s simple. But when someone asks me that question, it doesn’t feel simple. If I say, “I am Bavarian,” what do I really…
Monday has arrived again, and somehow, the weekend disappeared faster than a cake at a birthday party. After the few mishaps of last week, I had high hopes for a quiet sanctuary. I successfully avoided the swing ball and the driver’s seat, but I forgot one thing: the house was full and too small to…
When people hear the word Grünkohlwanderung, they often think first about the food. Or maybe about the drinking. But for me it is much more than that. It is walking, it is eating, it is laughing, it is standing in cold wind with red ears and warm hands around a little glass hanging on a…
There is a particular silence that settles in when the house empties. Not loneliness. Not drama. Just the absence of observation. When departures have happened and trains have left platforms and the motherland has reclaimed its citizens, the house shifts. And I shift with it. I become lighter. Looser. Slightly feral in an intellectual way….
The morning is a quiet, grey watercolor. Outside, the rain is doing that rhythmic, soft dripping on the roof that makes you want to stay in pajamas until Tuesday. I’m sitting in the living room, cradling a mug of coffee and staring into the middle distance, watching the house slowly come into focus. Then, I…
Or: Why I Refuse to Optimise the Atlantic There is a version of 1492 where Christopher Columbus never leaves port. Not because of storms. Because of strategy sessions. He’s sitting in a co-working space in Seville explaining his value proposition to a growth consultant named Diego. “Who exactly is this voyage for?” Diego asks. “India,”…
On Friday evening, a tired man stood on a football field. He had just returned from a business trip.He was exhausted.He almost sent a message to his team: “Sorry, I can’t come today.” But he didn’t. He put on his boots and went to training anyway . That small moment explains this week. This week,…
Hello eveyone, today I would like to write and tell you about my weekend of the 7th and 8th of February. I was at the scouts, and we were in Colmar in a house called « Les Sources » in the Vosges. It was really good, but we had a problem with the train “traffic”….
Some mornings feel like they were scripted by a very tired comedian. I’m sitting at my laptop with a first cup of coffee, a dull headache, and a nose that has decided to retire from breathing. Outside, the neighbors are singing “Happy Birthday” to someone over the phone. I can hear every enthusiastic, slightly off-key…
