I call myself My name is: Hanna. I call myself: broom in the plural. I call myself: yellow. I call myself: bush with buds, between which the wind strokes toward […]
Looking Up Peter emails me a picture of the clouds, which he sees from his desk, along with the message: look at it and reflect, Hanna. I looked at the picture, […]
Red marker Grandma asks if I want a glass of lemonade. I quickly say yes, so she disappears back into the kitchen, leaving me alone. She has put the new markers […]
Rain on a Velux Soaking dog weather outside the walls that surrounded me. The grass in the garden had evolved from straw yellow to vivid green thanks to the gallons […]
The Tin Drum / Die Blechtrommel Allein auf Rasputin wollte ich mich nicht verlassen, denn allzubald wurde mir klar, daß auf dieser Welt jedem Rasputin ein Goethe gegenübersteht, […]
Goethe’s Elf King I wrote a blog last week about “Spleen,” an – I think to myself – ugly word for a particularly unique feeling. I want to […]
The dose makes the poison: showtime Wiebe: “Time to go to the show.” I’m not tired, but I long for home. Normally at this time I’m answering my emails and […]
Wormwood or The dose makes the poison: Falstaff It is a wondrous setting for the kick-off meeting: Brigitte, Wiebe and Rafels. It’s rather like Erwin and the detective club. It had been […]
The dose makes the poison: Restaurant The morning consultation I can start right away, several hours in a row until it’s empty. Every time you think, I’m almost there, someone […]
The dose makes the poison: Doctor Rafels Doctor Rafels My turn to take over the story. Wiebe, for we call each other by our first names, comes to consult me at regular intervals with varying […]