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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this is home now

You have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.” (from Joan Didion. Written into my journal by Jen in February when I was still place-searching.) So, Berlin. Hallo erstmal. Jetzt bist du es also geworden: meine neuer Hauptsitz, meine Bleibe, meine Riesenstadt, mein Rückzug, mein Ruhepol. Mein neues Daheim. Der Ort, wo mein…

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At homes

It was nice to be home again. I visited my family and friends in October, and we caught up with what had not fit into e-mails in the last four months, and most importantly: we spent time together and not just told each other about two times. There were so many coffees and teas and…

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Heimat #3: Geheim

Wenn es ein Thema gibt, um das ich immer wieder kreise, dann ist das die Heimat. Daheimdaheim ist klar: dort, wo meine Eltern wohnen. Das eine Daheim ist flexibel. So sag ich schnell “heimgehen”, wenn ich nach einem Stadtspaziergang in mein Hostel zurückkehre, aber natürlich ist auch meine Wohnung hier, wo Wäscheständer und Bücherregale stehen,…

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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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