“But we can remain friends.”

“But we can remain friends,” she suggested, trying to sound reassuring.

How silly! Why would anyone want a female friend if he already has male friends?

To wait an extra 30 minutes each time we agree to meet? To talk about shopping for shoes instead of the war in Ukraine? For even more of my hair to become grey? To listen to stories about her dates with other guys?

“It would indeed be wonderful if we can,” I said.

BreakUpBench“Let’s meet for a coffee then one of these days,” she said, visibly eager to leave.

She had forgotten that I don’t drink coffee. Or she didn’t care. Or she wanted to show me that she didn’t care. I couldn’t ask anymore, for when I looked up, she was already gone. I was left alone with my thoughts, memories, questions and regrets, wishing they all would have left with her.

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Video: A Busy Day at Work

I often receive reactions of surprise when I point out that I don’t have time to accept invitations to meetings, to get something done or to answer your e-mails. But I am really extremely busy. To counter the incredulous astonishment that regularly meets this assertion, I have filmed a typical segment of a typical work day:

“But that’s not work!” I hear those of you exclaim who cling to views formed during the time of Manchester capitalism or the New Economic Policy in the Soviet Union. That is open to debate, for why should reading and thinking not count as work (let alone the rather demanding activity at 3:20 in the video)? But today, I am not in the mood to argue and thus reply: “So what? Then I am busy with something else than work. Does that mean it’s less important? I hardly think so!” Quite the contrary; it seems to me that a life in which there aren’t a few hours every day for situations and activities like I display them in this video is not very different from that of a robot or a serf.

Think about it! Or continue to enjoy life at the office or in front of your computer for the next 30 years.

After the camera was turned off, a roebuck came by. It stood still in front of me and looked at me with astonished eyes from a distance of about 10 meters. I smiled at it, cigar still in my mouth. The animal came a bit closer and continued to observe me without shyness or fear, while it walked around me in a semi-circle. The deer seemed very surprised to encounter a human who is not running, walking, talking, shouting or shooting, but who simply sits there and enjoys life.

(Filmed in a forest not too far from my apartment in Targu Mures in Romania. – Zur deutschen Fassung.)

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I can’t afford a bigger house.

But for a single guy living a spartan life like me, it’s enough.

kleines HausThe best thing are the skids. In winter, you can ride the whole house down into the valley like on a sleigh. Or you can have it pulled to another mountain by horses. Like a mobile home.

(Photographed on the way to Mount Crna Glava in Montenegro. – Auf Deutsch.)

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Video Blog: Mountaineering Tips

Some mountaineering tips, all of them disregarded by myself, on the way to Mount Crna Glava in Montenegro. Oh, how I miss that view!

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“Attention: Scary!”

Romania is very tourist-friendly. In Transylvania there are even signs warning of scary objects/places/stories, like this one at Bran Castle.

scary

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Fan Mail: “I will pray for you”

Some of the most annoying mails I receive are from people who believe they need to pray for me or belittle my decision to be an atheist in other ways, usually in a condescending tone.

This one is just the latest example:

praying for me

You should stop praying for me, because

– there is no god,

– your god doesn’t have jurisdiction over me because I didn’t vote for him/her/it,

praying doesn’t help (Or did you already find your boyfriend, dream job and the pot of gold? And why are all your relatives dying of cancer?),

– it’s very presumptuous of you to believe that you know better what is good for me than I know myself.

Lastly, if you want to pray to and believe in someone, you are welcome to worship me. I am at least real. But please don’t send any more e-mails.

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I am craving you like crazy

My last thoughts before falling asleep are about you. When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think about. And in between, I dream of you.

When we are together – which happens far too seldom – I wish time would stand still and we could indulge in the moment forever. I cherish every minute I spend with you and I soak up your beauty, your taste, your smell, knowing that after each of our encounters I will have to survive days – sometimes weeks – without seeing you again.

How am I supposed to stop thinking of you, when I know that you live and work not far from me? In the same town, just a few minutes away. I could walk by and observe you through the glass panes that separate us. But you might not notice me and I would stand there like a silly, hapless admirer. And my desire to hold you in my arms again would just grow, its unfulfillment tormenting me.

But then, on the other hand, it would hardly make any difference, for I am craving you like crazy all the time anyway.

I am talking, of course, about chocolate cake.

sachertorte

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Storks

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Störche2

Photographed on a hike from Targu Mures to Miercurea Nirajului in Romania.

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Ambulance on Sark

Sark, one of the Channel Islands, doesn’t have cars. People move around mostly on bicycle. There are also some horse-drawn carriages and a few tractors, mainly to pick up supplies from the harbour. There are so few people that license plates don’t display numbers, but the names of the owners, like “James” or “Andrew”.

And then there is this tractor to transport sick people in emergencies:

doctor tractorI did not fall sick or break my leg while on Sark.

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Why I don’t reply to your messages

My non-responsiveness to messages, e-mails and other forms of communication seems to have reached a new level. Or has anyone else received this warning from Facebook, saying that people “may be wondering why” I “haven’t responded to messages in a while”?

Facebook turn off messagesWell, I don’t want you all wondering about me for the rest of your life, so I’ll explain it here, once and for all.

I could give all kinds of reasons, explaining that I was too busy because:

  • I was reading a book.

    Don't disturb!

    Don’t disturb!

  • I was eating.
  • I was looking for bears.
  • I was sleeping.
  • I was out running.
  • I was on a long hike.
  • I am writing a book.
  • I didn’t have internet.
  • I was in hand-to-hand combat with an assassin who was after my life.
  • I am in the process of moving.
  • I was on a romantic date.
  • I lost my computer.

But I won’t.

Because it’s none of your business. I don’t owe an explanation to anyone about what I do with my time. It’s my life. Nobody is entitled to my time or attention.

Please don’t take it personally if I never reply to your e-mail! I don’t make a decision not to reply to you specifically. I receive so many messages every day that I wouldn’t even find the time to read them all without ruining my life. So, if I haven’t responded, chances are I haven’t even read your e-mail or message. Maybe I will. One day. When I’ll be sick and tied to a hospital bed. But actually, even then I hope that someone will bring me books which are more interesting than the 2,350th request for my opinion on a legal problem.

On the other hand, don’t give up hope. Sometimes I reply after months or years (some of you will be dead by the time you hear from me). I just don’t see the urgency in most of your communication, so don’t freak out if you haven’t heard from me by next morning. The only matters which are truly urgent are those that involve dying people (and I am not a doctor, so I can’t help) and ongoing revolutions (the latter are very interesting to me, so please put “ongoing revolution” in your subject line if you happen to be in the process of overthrowing your government).

I understand that it’s probably important to you what you e-mail about. But unless you have reason to assume that it’s more important to me than all the other exciting and rewarding things I could do with my life, don’t disturb. Thank you. If you think that what you have to say is of general importance, then write a book or a blog. This way, people can choose to read it or not.

Talking about books and blogs, maybe it will discourage you from e-mailing me if you know that I will publish some of the silliest or most annoying e-mails I receive. You don’t want to be among those, do you?

Now to the upside of this restrictive policy: If you do get a reply from me, you know that you are one of the lucky few.

I liked the time of letters. If someone had to get paper and ink and sit down for an hour and then buy stamps and take it to the post office, there was a natural barrier against spam and thoughtless communication. Maybe there should be a fee for each e-mail or message that people send, possibly with exceptions for pre-approved friends. See, these are the kind of good ideas when you don’t allow others to distract you. I am off to the Patent Office…

bookworm dont disturb

This could be me.

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