Write outside the box: Steps into Nature

Last Saturday I attended a workshop on expressive writing. The Reader Berlin, an editing house offering various author and publishing services, organized the workshop titled "Steps into Nature". Our teacher was Dimitra Didangelou. For the participants to experience at least something close to  nature, Dimitra took us to Viktoriapark in Kreuzberg where we let the creative juices flow. One... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday, Charles!

Today would have been Charles Bukowski’s 94th birthday. I remember the first Bukowski novel I read, „Hollywood“. I was about 20 years old and sure I had discovered a writer who would be there with me for the rest of my life. I loved Chinaski’s and his girlfriend’s visit over at the posh house in L.A.... Continue Reading →

Accordion Angel

When I was a kid, about seven years old maybe, my mother wanted me to learn and play the accordion. I refused, as I refused almost anything related to the cultures of my home countries. Instead, I learned to play the flute, the alto recorder, the violin, electric bass, cajon and castanets in the course of... Continue Reading →

Ćevapčići!

I met with my author friend in Berlin-Neukölln to discuss her new play and to talk about work and whatever else was important in life. I was happy to see her. We hadn’t met in a while because she had been to the Netherlands and Serbia, so we had to catch up on quite a... Continue Reading →

My Neighbor, the Banshee

There’s a lot of crazy people in Berlin. One of them is my neighbor. I can’t describe my neighbor because I have never seen her. I only know her voice. Her voice is hovering in our backyard like a banshee’s wail. Constantly. With interruptions, of course. The backyard is closed in between four houses. I... Continue Reading →

Kings of Ceredigion

The mayor of Aberystwyth is a cat which likes to sit upon a wall opposite of my friends' house. But the Kings of Aber and the whole of Ceredigion, I suppose, are the seagulls. They rule the city. They’re above of it all. Above you, too. They can shit on you, if they want. They... Continue Reading →

The Animalarium

In Borth, Wales, there is a small zoo. It’s called The Animalarium. It is not a proper zoo, it’s more like a collection of random animals. People can also come and see the vet if their companion animal has fallen ill, or they can drop their unwanted exotic pets there if they’re fed up with... Continue Reading →

Oh Ye Old Men of Barcelona

I had to go meet somebody in Gràcia, but I didn’t want to take the metro. I decided to walk up the Ramblas, even though they are hopelessly crowded and, to be perfectly honest, ugly in some sort of way. There’s nothing really that would attract your attention, there’s only fast food, plastic stuff and... Continue Reading →

Stumbling through Raval

This year in early May I had to go on a business trip to Barcelona. I was supposed to meet an author/director and go see the premiere of his new play, also I had to meet another associate. But that was basically it, and as I stayed almost four days, I had enough spare time.... Continue Reading →

Does the wind on Mljet have a name?

This year I spent my summer in the Dubrovnik region. I went to the island Mljet, which is supposed to be Ogygia, the place where Ulysses lingered like twelve years before returning to his wife because this girl Calypso wouldn’t let him go. So I expected quite a bit but I must admit I wasn’t... Continue Reading →

The Unknown

  I once visited friends in Aberystwyth, Wales. And I found this sign which to me seemed really odd. On the one hand it has these beautiful colors and it looks rather encouraging than warning, as if it was saying “DO jump into the unknown” – and, to hell with it, why not? On the... Continue Reading →

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