Category Archives: Food
Two Lessons from the last Bilderberg Conference
You are not supposed to say anything about those conferences.
But as I probably won’t get invited back for a second time anyway, I might as well spill some secrets. Continue reading
Gastronom No. 4
If you can’t afford shopping at the delicatessen store Gastronom No. 1 or if, for political and moral reasons, you don’t want to travel to Moscow right now, I can recommend Gastronom No. 4 in Solotvyno in Ukraine instead. It’s not quite as fancy … Continue reading
The Battlefield of Waterloo, Looking for the Bones, and a Surprising Supper
Zur deutschen Fassung. “Little Napoleon wants to be picked up on platform 2, please. And hurry, or he’ll lay waste to the whole town!” Only when I hear this announcement and look out of the train window, I realize what … Continue reading
Two Bakeries, two Countries, two Cultures
Zur deutschen Fassung. Today, at the bakery in Germany: I purchase three pieces of cake. They cost 5 euros and 13 cents. I have 12 cents in coins, otherwise only bills. “That’s not enough,” the bakery lady says with mathematical … 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
Cognitive Dissonance for Lunch
I am currently writing the article about cat-sitting in Cornwall and my attempt to hike the South West Coast Path. Here’s a little appetizer: Stay tuna-ed! Links: Meanwhile, more articles from the United Kingdom. And did you know that my … Continue reading
Pizza Consultation
Zur deutschen Fassung dieser Geschichte. I called the pizza place to order a Big American pizza. Deviating from the usual procedure, the woman from the pizzeria did not accept the order with joy. Instead, she became rather serious: “Well, about … Continue reading
Shaped by Gender Discrimination
I had gotten up early on Sunday morning. I was all energetic and fired up. I had put a motivational cassette tape into the walkman. I was ready to run, to lift weights, to punch the bag, to push-up and … Continue reading
Feeding the Hungry
I had promised that I would bring a pizza, but apparently, she didn’t trust me, or men in general. She had also prepared a huge pot of soup and an even larger bowl of salad. As we, purposefully working together, … Continue reading
The Happy Hermit 