Author Archives: Andreas Moser
No basketball game
At 16:00 there would be a basketball game, I had heard. So I was there at 16:00 sharp. There, but alone. No players, no spectators, no ball, no ice-cream vendor whose presence would have been highly desirable in the heat. … Continue reading
Did you notice the irony? (22) Heritage
I had an appointment at the Georgian Heritage Preservation Council to talk about cultural heritage in the country. But the entrance to the building told me everything I needed to know.
Random Thoughts (16)
Finland has some weird sports competitions. Each time I return to Europe, rents have doubled. Tweets cannot change laws, regulations or rules. Each time Donald Trump tries to do so, he should be laughed at. Why can’t Microsoft Windows move … Continue reading
Where is the center of Europe?
Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Artikels. Reading the book Black Earth, I became aware of a village in Ukraine that was calculated and named as the geographical center of Europe in 1887: Dilove. “Really?“ I wondered, not because I would begrudge Dilove the … Continue reading
Romantic Graffiti
“If nights were as long as I love you, dawn would never come.” (Photographed in Podgorica, Montenegro.)
Sheep in Montenegro
It was the last day of October. It was foggy. It was cold. It was wet. It was gloomy. But these sheep in Žabljak in Montenegro didn’t seem to mind.
Light Effects
I am spending a few months in Ammerthal, the Bavarian village where I grew up. “But there is no theater, no cinema, no Academy of Sciences?” my friends from New York, Paris and Moscow are asking, worried and pitiful at … Continue reading
A Western from Bolivia
Sam Shepard’s death is a sad but fitting occasion to watch some of his films (again): Homo Faber, Black Hawk Down, Don’t Come Knocking and many more. And not to forget Blackthorn, a Western movie set in Bolivia. Sam Shepard played Butch Cassidy, … Continue reading
Disclaimer
This blog is entirely based on facts and true stories. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s observation and not to be construed as fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, … Continue reading
The Happy Hermit 