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us versus them

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A valley enclosed by mountains, some barren and brown, others snow-capped and aloof. In the center a rectangular stone pyramid with a house-like structure on top that looks like a petrified bouncy castle. There is a little doorway into it, and behind that doorway there used to be golden treasures and a sarcophagus containing the […]


a carpenter

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Rain is scarce in Shiraz. And yet the oranges and tangerines were disappointing this year because of too much rain. Today, too, everything is wet. Thick drops of water roll off of the oranges and mandarines and fall into the wetness below. There is an incessant drumming sound on the flat roofs, and the gullys […]


fire ornaments

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The sun should have come up at 6:30, and it probably did. But – much to everyone’s regret – it had apparently chosen to remain hidden behind a layer of clouds. Maybe it wasn’t aware that it had an audience. It took until 8:28 for the sun to finally come out, and when it did, […]


selfies with a poet

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Another little boy with poems. Only this time he’s not alone. Next to him there’s a man with a little blue bird, and he, too, is selling poems. So they are colleagues of sorts. The whole thing works like this: if you buy a poem from the little boy, he will randomly pick one for […]


VIP to Shiraz

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The bus station is a busy place. But the bus is there, the VIP bus to Shiraz. There’s a sign that says SHIRAZ – ARGENTINIA in the front window. In English. Under the window it says GOD PLEASE HELP ME. Colorful lights are all around. On the inside of the bus there are two pennants, […]


the girl and her hair

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The city is outside behind the walls. On this side of them, on the inside of the walls, there is the apartment and there is tea and talk of things. Mostly of problems. Someone got out of a relationship. Someone has administrative troubles. Someone wants to leave the country. Discussions go up and down in […]


frozen tears

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The engines are humming, or not exactly humming. What’s another word for humming, but really really LOUD? I’m watching Disney’s Frozen on the screen in front of me. There’s a lot of uninspired singing, but the movie itself seems okay. Meanwhile my flight has reached Istanbul, has circled above it for a while, until it […]


the one who wasn’t ready

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One last bath: The candles had gotten shorter. I had gained some weight and taken care of some issues. I had taken a lot of baths. Was I ready? – No. I was never really ready. Was I happy, excited, nervous? – Nervous, yes. But I felt the need to move on. Can’t just sit […]


prelude to packing

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I had started piling up stuff a few days ago: I would come in sometimes and drop something somewhere. I would look at everything for a while and maybe move stuff around a bit. Or I would take something out of the room and put it somewhere else. All the while I would be scratching […]


Ernst Blumenberg’s stumbling stone

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There is a memorial project in Germany, which is called “Stolpersteine” (literally: stumbling stones). The artist Gunter Demnig and his team find out the last living address of a victim of the Holocaust before their deportation under the Nazi regime. They then replace a small part of the sidewalk at that address with a brass […]


still out there

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The sky looked nice again tonight: It did that sometimes, as if a painter had just randomly and generously spilled his color palette across the horizon. I stared at it for a while, and it seemed to me as if it was the sky trying to remind everyone that it – and the world – […]


the violinist’s son

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I kept trying out different bath salts. Today it was something called “Calm And Balance”, and it looked very blue: Then I wrapped up my spa experience with some fast food: I got KFC, though, not McDonald’s. Also, I was going to tell you about a weird person I recently read about. So you know […]


a backup without backup is no backup

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So there was this bottle of rum from Venezuela that I told you about two days ago. But then I only showed you the stuff in the glass, not the actual bottle, so here it is today: Botucal. It was my friend Robert who put me on to it, and it was good. Oh, and […]


blue snowflakes for nice person

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Remember that time in the summer of 2018 when I mentioned that I had sent a box of cookies to YouTube because I wanted them to lift the restrictions they had slapped on my weird beard video? Well, today as I was gathering stuff for my taxes I stumbled upon this order for a box […]


rum from Venezuela

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Partial failure the 2nd: today I didn’t turn on the computer, but I had to use my phone. I needed it to find out some addresses, because some of the documents I had printed needed to go into envelopes. So I did that for a while: Then I figured that the only thing that was […]


replugged

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Partial failure. I wanted to honor the tradition of being offline on the weekends, but this time I just couldn’t, at least not completely. I managed to turn off the phone, yes. But then I had to boot up the computer and work on some documents: When it was done I had to print them […]


why I love skyscrapers

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The other day I was talking to my friend Ali who loves mountaineering, and I told him that the Caboose and I didn’t like the mountains, upon which he paused for a bit. Then he inquired if maybe I was from a rather flat part of Germany. Yes, I said, I am from Lower Saxony. […]


three things I did

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Went to the dentist today, or rather, I went to the dental orthopaedist: I wanted to check if all my teeth were still in line, which it turned out they weren’t. I was told that this was normal. Yay! Then I went and got my new wheels: They weren’t perfect (something about the design of […]


confused citizens

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The other day there was this news item talking about how some two or three European soccer players had apparently decided to take up Chinese citizenship. I was shocked: just how much money would one have to receive in order to give up one’s civil and political rights? But then the phenomenon wasn’t exactly new, […]


when pigeons cry

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Went to the city today, and when I did, I noticed this greedy little fucker strutting around on the ground, and I said: Sup, stupid pigeon! To which the pigeon replied: “Well, well, well, look who’s talking with your lame-ass shoes!” Only it didn’t happen this way. I didn’t say anything. The pigeon didn’t, either. […]