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Yesterday I finished my new novel. Well… at least the draft is now out for the beta readers. A big adventure and discovery I can tell you. In a way I’m doing this all for the first time, and I feel like a baby who learns to walk. Anyways. I
Being in a relationship had taught me so much in my life and slowly I’m starting to learn that perhaps “fights” play an important role too. There are often not even to be taken personal, but they seem to be a catalyst to create friction, tension, attraction. It’s one thing
When my father left school he basically had two choices. Either go to the butchery and become a butcher. Or go to the fabric and become a laborer. He chose second. When I left school I had not two but hundreds of choices. And it left me nervous while desperately
A few days ago I bought a small motorbike. “Welcome to Mexico,” said the mechanic today with a pitiful smile. After almost a day the bike broke down and wouldn’t start again. I bought a new battery, made a service – and still, the bike would just not start again.
We can count Euros, Dollars and Pounds. 1 dollar, 2 dollar, 3 dollar. Yesterday, after a conversation, I’ve had this thought that what we can’t really count is “money”. 1 money, 2 money, 3 money. It brought me to the notice that there are countable things, and others that are
I found out that my spanish teacher was a former life-coach in the US. He used to give seminars on the westcoast to sometimes more than 500 people and appeared in several radio shows of the hispanic community in California. No he lives as a simple spanish teacher in a
My little sister used to be upset about flies. She was about 4, and our house, close to the forest, was a place frequently visited by those, harmless house flies. Yet, she cried each time a fly landed somewhere on her arm or neck. To my brother’s and my annoyance.
“At this place, your bone will never ever break again,” said the doctor to my 7 year old self. Just a few hours before, I fell from the bike and broke my arm. “Great,” I thought. “Maybe, if I’ll break my arm at all possible places, I can develop something
Back in Switzerland I rode my bicycle home after getting some groceries. In the far I saw a post in the middle of the bicycle lane. I drove slowly and gently and there was enough space to curve around the small obstacle. As I approached I asked myself dreamily if
The fine art of creating meaningful connections
I’m a writer and philosopher. I believe that we can all learn from each other. And I believe that love, faith and compassion are the gates to freedom and peace.