A while back I stumbled upon one of those music bands that is either the exception that proves the rule, or the encounter that forces you to re-evaluate your preferences. Not having any recollection of appreciating anything remotely similar to…
Author: Puzzle Pieces
On the Morning Train to Berlin
every 5 minutes. It is early. In fact I do not recall when I got up this early the last time. I follow the break of dawn as the view outside the window gets more and more illuminated. The mist lies…
Electric cable feeling in someone’s living room
“Electric cable feeling, electric cable healing” – A South African guy sings as I sit there in a complete stranger’s living room. I am there by a combination of complete chance and lust for adventure. Not having any clear idea of…
On goodbyes, reunions and guitars
Last week a friend gave me a guitar. One of these friends that comes and goes like summer. Ever so warm, like a short vacation from your life, a place for that brutal honesty that we reserve for complete strangers.…
Wishful thinking
Is there still such a thing as magic? Many denies it, others exaggerate it to insanity, and those left most possibly completely misinterprete it – include me here. Yet I believe. I believe in something that goes beyond our comprehension,…
Sakura blossoms in October
The evening ends in a packed tram train filled with at least a hundred German youths drunk on beer and sangria. Filled with that drunken expectation and excitement that they might get to kiss a stranger tonight they scream to…
Last call for Magdeburg
There are six of us in our little research group – three postdocs, two Phds and one professor – whose professional relationship has developed more into sweet domestic family life.Highest in our rather flat hierarchy is our hippie professor. He…
Back from the New World
I am back in the Old World, back in Europe, back in Germany, back to the apartment that I most recently call home. In my ears my ambient-electronic Spotify playlist is pumping Asura’s Atlantic Child. It is powerful, dreamy, strong,…
Fishy food
A few days ago I experienced perhaps the most laughable moment in a long time. As a result of stress, too many feelings and confusing impression in a too short a time I had a hysterically funny experience while sitting…
Dangerous impressions in Brazil
I have so much I want to say about my time here in Brazil. Impressions that needs to be processed, re-experienced in memory and in writing. A deep desire to capture these feelings in writing or in painting, preserved and…