Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: ENGLISH

  • Laughing stock

    My daughter (2yrs. 7 months) just chose a profession. I was putting nose drops into her nostrils, an action which – as was to be expected – led to a certain amount of hysterical yelling and rivers of tears rolling down her cheeks. Me: “Lady, you sure have a nice pack of loudspeakers on you!…

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  • Soaked in flames

    it’s raining. it’s raining damp juicy rock ballads into my soul in through my lips out through my mouth like cradles for the coiling vapors of my vast, feisty melancholy. i want to burn i want to open my lips and spit out the flames that will char the tips of your long, chestnut-brown mane…

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  • Sein letztes Rennen

    Just what I needed. It starts out with chuckles and giggles, then progresses to all-out incredulous laughter and clapping of hands. And yet, somehow, it manages to end with your nose buried deep inside a handkerchief, sniffing, bawling and crying your eyes out. I don’t know whether to call it brilliant, an emotional roller coaster,…

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  • PINING FOR A PINT? The romanticized history of Oktoberfest

    “Lederhosen und Dirndl erwünscht!“, reads the big sign in my son’s kindergarten. It is a mild but grey autumn morning and the children are celebrating “Wiesn Breakfast”, one of those many strange offshoots of Oktoberfest which testifies to its local appeal and international success. Little blond and dark-haired children of German, Russian, Turkish or Balkan…

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  • Corsica

    The pirate close to home

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  • At the heart of the world

    at the heart of the world there can be only silence. the solitude of contemplating God. at the heart of the world there is a slight summer breeze, the purple sweetness of acacia snowing down (dry blossoms piling quietly by the curb), the glowing peace of the evening, and church bells scintillating. at the heart…

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  • Of tools and men

    Seriously, what is the deal with men and their tools? What is the bond of virility that connects them? Give a man a (preferably loud and useless) tool, and it’s like a shot of Viagra. Oftentimes have I wished I were a big red button, a pair of pliers or a screwdriver – these babies…

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  • A must-have for wannabees

    How does Homeric Writers’ Retreat & Workshop on the Greek island of Ithaca sound to you? Tempting, huh? Well, there’s only one problem with that. You’d have to be a writer first. Not necessarily an accomplished one. This is actually a workshop for aspiring writers, managed and organised by Australian-born novelist, poet and editor Jessica Bell…

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  • SIENA – More than a color

    Talk about serendipity. Over the long Ascension weekend my husband’s company gave him a car to test for a minimum stretch of 1000 km, and I had always dreamed of going to Tuscany. So we packed our finest clothes to go with the full-option BMW 5 series (amazing how sudden wealth changes people 😉 )…

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  • Daytrip destinations – Achensee

    Only one and a half hours’ drive south of Munich, on the Austrian side of the Alps, lies Achensee. Worth a trip in all seasons. If you’re travelling with kids, don’t miss the small horse-donkey-alpaca farm, not far from the cable car. For more information and appetizing activities, see: http://achensee.info/tirol/pertisau/?gclid=CNyk_fzg7bYCFRMQtAodZlwAGQ

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  • Barcelona humbled in the Allianz Arena

    I haven’t lived in Munich for long, but I am already a big FC Bayern fan. There simply is no way around it. I live 200 m from their headquarters. I see them drive in and out of training as I walk my kids to the kindergarten. So obviously I watched the game (on TV;…

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