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A Postcard from Yerevan
Zur deutschen Fassung. “You are from Germany?” asks Alex, the very friendly owner of the very cozy accommodation in a prefab neighborhood of Yerevan. “Yes.” “Then I have to show you a steel helmet.” He gets up, and I follow … Continue reading
A Postcard from Málaga
Zur deutschen Fassung. Outside the town hall, Antonio stands with a sign, no, with several signs against high taxes and levies. Against which ones, I ask. “All of them!” I am probing further and learn that it’s about something like … Continue reading
A Postcard from Las Vegas
Zur deutschen Fassung. When people say that law school is boring, I always have to laugh. For my second internship, I worked for the district attorney’s office. In Las Vegas. On the very first day, we went to an Indian … Continue reading
A Postcard from the Mount of Beatitudes
Zur deutschen Fassung. I had been walking for three days, from Nazareth via Sepphoris, Cana, Kibbutz Lavi, the Horns of Hattin and Mount Arbel to Tiberias. There, I had upgraded to a bicycle to circle the Sea of Galilee. The … Continue reading
A Postcard from Trakai
Zur deutschen Fassung. I don’t remember exactly what year I moved to Lithuania. It must have been about ten years ago. But I do remember that it was on July 1st. Because in the same week, on July 6th, was … Continue reading
A Postcard from Arequipa
Zur deutschen Fassung. When I disclose that I am from Germany, I am always asked about soccer, cars or Nazis. Sometimes, I would rather pretend that I am from Lithuania or some other little known country. But in Peru, I … Continue reading
A Postcard from Shiraz
In front of the Shah Cheragh Mosque, a guard stops me: “Are you Muslim?” “To be perfectly honest, I am not.” “I’m sorry, Sir, but today the mosque is only open to Muslims,” he explains, referring to the festival of … Continue reading
A Postcard from …
Some of you claim not to have enough time to read my longer articles. I am already trying to make it easier by dividing articles into up to 183 numbered chapters, so that you can get a pizza in between … Continue reading
