last year’s train ride home

I left Berlin early morning when the sky was still dark and the street lights still on, to arrive in the black forest nine hours later. All the time – while it was slowly getting brighter outside, while I was sitting on my window seat not looking out of the window, while I was waiting…

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home-home

When you show home-home (the place you grew up, the place where your parents live) to somebody else, you suddenly look up the facades and the steep streets, you count the hills and the butcher’s shops, you start telling stories about morning dew in the park and lemon ice cream in winter, you try to…

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The white, green, black forest

Between the years, I spent some time at home. My parents live on the border of the black forest, and now that I’ve been living away for a while, I really enjoy being in this forest again. How could I not see its beauty when I was younger? Also, I continued reading “Home space” by…

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