I’m a happy person. I just finished reading a book by the German author Kerstin Gier and aaah – I can’t get that smile off my face. She writes books for young adults/teens and maybe I’m getting a little too old for her books, but honestly I don’t care. I first came across her books … More Why this world needs feel-good books
…is like explaining the world to a two-year-old. Surely this isn’t unusual. There aren’t many television shows that apply to both generations; and so the silent protests begin. My parents have a couple of quite distinctive ways of dealing with the television. To illustrate this, I’ve picked some scenarios. My parents and the television program … More Watching television with my parents…
Bomb, al-Qaeda, Boom-Boom, President, Holy War, I know where Snowdon is – Do I have your attention? Good. Dear NSA, so, you’re spying on all of us. And on Mrs. Merkel. Was it interesting listening to her make a hairdresser’s appointment? However, today in class we were talking about the infamous “NSA-affair”, our teacher clearly … More Open letter to the NSA
Try forgetting a ghost. If there’s nothing to hold on to, how can there be anything to let go of? Nobody to remind you of them, when you were the only one who ever knew them, so there is no one to blame for reminding you; a name; a place. You have to accept that … More Our personal ghosts await
What are illusions for? We are all illusionist and great ones at that! We create the most marvelous illusions, for no worthier audience than ourselves. We love and loathe them. But what are they there for? Illusions are there to be broken, some say. But isn’t an illusion something like a dream, something you never … More I, the illusionist
Christmas is great. The christmas markets, the snow (which is non-existent), the annoying yet somehow endearing christmas songs by Mariah and Co., the Coca Cola adverts, the trees, gifts, FOOD and of course, the fact that the whole family spends a few days together – some enjoy it, some do. I do. There’s a chance … More Christmas is coming! Ring the money-bells!
Never left me any air to breathe, I exhaled anyway. Never left me any eyes to see, My sight caught the light of day. No, we never quite saw eye to eye, You thought you were above of me Thing is, I was only shy, Relying on your vanity. So look at me now, you … More Pride