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Category Archives: Life
Photographed on my last New Year’s Eve hike.
Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Berichts. It’s been two years since I visited my friends Yaniv and Nastya in Odessa. Because of Covid, we hadn’t had any chance to meet since, but this spring we wanted to make it happen. In … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung dieser Erleuchtung. One or two weeks ago, I was sitting under a tree, smoking a cigar. When out of nowhere came a young man, one of those cool guys with a hoodie and a charming smile: “May … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung. I have just started house and rabbit sitting for a family in Germany who will be flying to Tanzania for three months to work in a hospital there. After the family of five had packed seven suitcases … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung. Of the name of this blog, the hermit part actually suits me better than the happy part. Or, to be more precise, happiness often depends on hermitness. It’s becoming increasingly harder to become hermity, though, not least … Continue reading
One and a half winters ago, on a cold day in Calgary, I found a treasure trove of books by the side of the road. I walked home, through ice and snow and wind, with three little gems by William … Continue reading
Hier geht es zur deutschen Fassung dieser Geschichte. I had two days left in Boston before returning to Germany, and I didn’t know anybody in the city. The year was 2009 and, as far as I knew, the internet hadn’t … Continue reading
When I was 13 years or so, I had a friend. That friend had a girlfriend, of sorts. I didn’t know her because she went to a different high school than us, and our high school was the limit of … Continue reading