Author Archives: Andreas Moser
Driving a Lorry for Brexit
In Germany, a driving license is not comparable to an ID card or a passport. Instead, it is considered something like a birth certificate: once issued, it never expires. That’s why I can still drive with this old pink slip … Continue reading
Hej Hej
Zur deutschen Fassung. Sweden is beautiful. Very beautiful. Gorgeous. Lots of forest and water and colorful wooden houses. Like in Bullerby. Nevertheless, there will be relatively few stories from here. Because my stories thrive on encounters with people. And there … Continue reading
Sunrise at the Cemetery
Zur deutschen Fassung. Of the many things that people find weird about me, two of the most frequently asked questions are “Why would you go to a cemetery?” and “Why do you get up at 5 o’clock if you don’t … Continue reading
Facing the Firing Squad in Style
Zur deutschen Fassung. On a friend’s blog, I came across this photo, depicting Captain Carlos Fortino Sámano, facing a firing squad in 1917, during the Mexican Revolution. Please don’t ask me any details about that revolution/civil war, because it’s even … Continue reading
One Hundred Years Ago, Countries were established that have been all but forgotten – August 1921: Baranya-Baja and Tannu-Tuva
Zur deutschen Fassung. Attentive readers of this series know that the maps of Europe and the Middle East were shaped in the years following World War I. For some states, however, you needed a magnifying glass to even find them … Continue reading
To Stockholm, on a Train of Uncharted Consciousness
Wenn Ihr Deutsch könnt, lest diesen Bericht lieber auf Deutsch. Das ist das Original. Ungekürzt. Und um Längen besser. I slept very bad. Got almost no sleep at all. Although I am constantly traveling and have been to five continents … Continue reading
Peak Sweden
Yesterday at Hellasgården: After only being able to pay for the ice cream by card, I sat by the lake, reading a Sjöwall/Wahlöö novel, when two tall blonde girls came, got completely naked and jumped into the lake, frolicking frivolously. … Continue reading
A Birthday without Lake Garda
Zur deutschen Fassung dieses kleinen Ausflugs. Lake Garda is only 50 km from Trento. I don’t really want to go where all the other tourists go. But at Lake Garda, there are not only hordes of tourists, there is also … Continue reading
“The Hundred-Year-Old Man who Climbed out of the Window and Disappeared” by Jonas Jonasson
Zur deutschen Fassung. In those public bookshelves, 96.5% of the books deposited are rubbish. That’s only natural, because people keep the really good books or give them to friends. There are exceptions, but they are rare. A few days ago, … Continue reading
Protective Equipment
In the morning, a friend had said that it would rain in the afternoon. Her not being a meteorologist, I had dismissed it with the necessary politeness of simply ignoring it, just as I refuse to take medical advice from … Continue reading
The Happy Hermit 