Humans who are cold can’t really be beautiful. Nature can. It looks like the perfect day for a long walk, with the sun shining from above and being reflected by the snow on the ground. So much light, and so … Continue reading
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From a conversation with a potential client on Upwork: They didn’t hire me for the job.
When I run out of money, I sometimes have to accept tedious jobs. Last weekend, I was transcribing and translating interviews with patients receiving biopharmaceuticals for what seemed like a very serious disease. Asked about the worst part of the … Continue reading
In Bolivia there is the perfect job for people like me who have learned how to read and write, but who nonetheless prefer to work outside.
It was not exactly as imagined, but my office on board was actually quite cozy. Larger, lighter and quieter than some places I have lived. Because the ocean offers fewer distractions than land, particularly if you don’t have internet, it’s quite … Continue reading
When you return to the office after six years of retirement (due to the Iran story, as you may remember) to say hello to the few surviving colleagues, you will also meet the gentleman whose name would simply be “Q” in … Continue reading
My last two weeks in Europe will be spent in Ammerthal, the small and not very spectacular village in Bavaria, where I grew up. People think Germany is a civilized country, but there isn’t even any shop that is open … Continue reading