We took that flight, and out there on the water for just a short moment all things merged into one. You’ve gone a million miles How far’d you get To that place where You can’t remember And you can’t forget I believe.
Read moreAnother day
And what comforts me is that, years later the same things still drive me. You are in my heart wherever I go. I believe.
Read more6 years
This one is special and hopefully, Mikko you will be able to read this one day. I returned to Florida. In fact I am sitting in the very same room that I used to live in back in 2006. Back then I was still a newspaper reporter full of idealism. Some of it has remained….
Read more2014. The hours.
It can’t be a coincidence that it’s been a year since I blogged. 2014 has been a long, hard, emotional blur. It’s been quite a ride and sometimes it would be great to know that greatness lies ahead. In January I found out that new dreams not always turn out to be better ones. In…
Read more2013. The Hours.
As I am writing these words my batteries are empty when they should be full. Behind me are some of the most challenging and emotional days of my life. 2013 was a year that took it all from me. As I wave the old year goodbye here is one wish for 2014: Please be awesome….
Read morefor you, wherever you may be.
And I told you to be patient, And I told you to be fine, And I told you to be balanced, And I told you to be kind, And now all your love is wasted, Then who the hell was I? I believe.
Read moreOn things past and present
It feels like that over the past 10 months I have met more people than in the 30 years before. I believe the human mind can only take so much and I am looking forward to the day when I’ll just hide away with another book. I’ll think of the things past and present and…
Read morejust so you know.
Mikko, I miss you every second I am away. I believe.
Read moreI saw the world.
I first heard of Zoe Keating in a YouTube video. There’s something special about her music, the way the melodies blend when she’s playing the Cello. When I listen to her it feels like the soundtrack of my life – one player, different melodies. In the past 12 months my job took me to the…
Read moreand we’re back after break
Just figured this has been the longest time I did not publish anything here. To add insult to injury mindwork.net was down for over a week because – hold your breath – I had forgot to pay for the domain name. Seriously. Well here we go for another five years. Talking about years it will…
Read moreInvictus
I first visited South Africa in 2009 and it will be forever a special place to me. It was there that I did a last-minute application for the US-Austrian Journalism Fellowship. It was there that I learned how a country came to be guided by one man’s will and million people’s wishes. It was at…
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It’s one my personal favourites by Rilke. Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit, als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten; sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde. Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit. Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt. Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in…
Read more72 hours of mikko
I just spent three days with my son while Astrid was away. The most intense, beautiful and rewarding days I could imagine. Love carries.
Read more2011, the hours.
In January “I” turned into “we”. In February I added life to my days. In March it was about someone like you. In April I felt like I shoulda, coulda, woulda. In May it was about life in a nutshell. In June we were due south. In July I understood that no man is an…
Read moreSpecial dreams.
I drove down the highway to St. Pete from Tampa Airport just as I had done when I moved to Florida in spring 2009. The times might have changed but the excitement was right there. I remember why I had come here and why I had to leave. Visiting the St. Pete Times was unreal….
Read moreearly mornings.
And if the lights draw you in And the dark can take you down And love can mend your heart But only if you’re lucky now – Ryan Adams, Lucky Now I remember days when I couldn’t fall asleep without music. I’d put on “Anna Begins”, “Round Here” or some other Counting Crow song. I…
Read moreLeaving II.
Oh, look at me At all I’ve done I’ve lost so many things that I so dearly love I lost my soul I lost my pride. I believe,
Read moreLeaving.
Leaving journalism is hard, harder than I ever imagined. But it’s the right thing to do at the right time in my life. Still I will miss it from the bottom of my heart. I believe.
Read moreIt tolls for thee.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were….
Read morechasing
We’ll do it all Everything On our own We don’t need Anything Or anyone Thumbs up, if you listened to Snow Patrol (thanks Axel!) a long time before they were on Grey’s. I believe.
Read more50 mm
I just figured why I love the 50mm lens Georg gave me so much: There is no zoom. It forces you to get up, close & personal with your subject again. That’s journalism, that’s what it’s all about at the end of the day. I believe.
Read morelife in a nutshell.
Thought that just ran through my mind: Where will I be, when he is finally able to read all this? I have no clue how many people still follow me on here but if all these years of writing have one final meaning then I found out what it is. I believe.
Read moreshoulda, coulda, woulda.
“The Last 3 Minutes” Directed by Po Chan from Shane Hurlbut, ASC on Vimeo. I am not sure what’s more disturbing in today’s journalism: The fact that we are unable to see anymore that everbody has a story to tell or our lack of willingness to tell it. I believe.
Read moresomeone like you
You’d know how the time flies. Only yesterday was the time of our lives. We were born and raised in a summery haze. Bound by the surprise of our glory days. [. . .] I believe.
Read morethe big 3-0
I was going to write a long look back at those crazy, funny, great 30 years I just celebrated. But I don’t have time for that. I am busy adding life to my days instead of days to my life. Sorry. I believe.
Read moreMe, Myself & I
I feel exhausted, mentally and physically. I rush but I don’t go anywhere. There has been going on so much around me. Fort the first time in my life I doubt that the good ones always prevail. I’ve seen ellbows fly, people kicking their way up. Make no mistake: I do believe there’s a god….
Read moreLet There Be Light
There used to be a time when I said “I” and I really only referred to myself. Now when I say “I”, it’s Astrid and Mikko. And there’s not a thing that I wouldn’t consider giving up for them. Not a single thing. When life was at stake I vowed to give mine if it…
Read more2010, the hours.
In January it was about place and emotions. In February I listened to you breathing. In March a single call changed my life forever, In April I understood that we’d meet again and again. In May I felt that those who speak know nothing. In June I said yes. In July I travelled old roads….
Read moreLife
When I look into his eyes, life is beautiful. I’ll eventually show it all to him. I believe.
Read moreMa il mio mistero è chiuso in me
Suddenly you look at yourself and you have grown – older. Do we ever stay true to ourselves? Do we ever understand who we are and the responsibilities we take? I believe.
Read moreyour eyes
make me see. I believe.
Read morethe quiet things that no one ever knows
It’s been the first night I properly slept through since Mikko was born. It will take some time for us to understand our new (and changed) roles. However the past few days – not always in a pleasent way – consisted of some some of the most intense, emotional, beautiful and horrible moments in my…
Read morethat night
loose ends were tied, love intensified, hope paid. i believe.
Read morebelievers
Years of believing finally made sense. God gave us life. I believe.
Read moreCounting down
The weeks and months have flown by and the big day is closing in. In terms of adusting our home to welcome Mikko to this world, our world, we are prepared. But could you ever be prepared for the sleepless nights, the fears, the prayers? It’s something that Astrid and I have discussed over the…
Read moreFrozen memories
There I was a soon-to-be-30-year-old surrounded by a bunch of kids. After a couple of exercises my legs hurt, my lung felt like it was bursting and I was on the verge of throwing up. However in hockey it’s the legs that feed the wolf and sometimes a feeling of coming home, a feeling of…
Read moreLoves creates Love
When Astrid Aand I chose the words we wanted to have on our wedding rings, we thought of that one single feeling we’d love to pass on to Mikko and all those we love: Love creates love – amor gignit amorem. I believe.
Read moreRocket brothers crack and burst
The hardest lesson in life is to let go. Believe me, I’ve been taught it a million times. There are some things I wish I could have held onto, there are some people I wish I could have kept in my life. There are places I wish I could keep closer to my heart. And…
Read moreNot forgotten
Weeks ticking away. After the scare, things have turned for the better. We took two weeks off, going to Sweden and Denmark. We took the very same route I did when I moved to Sweden in 2001 nearly nine years ago. I couldn’t stop smling all the way as it brought beautiful memories of a…
Read moreGewinner
An allem was man sagt, an allem was man sagt, ist auch was dran!. Egal wer kommt, egal wer geht, egal es kommt nicht darauf an. Ich glaube nichts, ich glaub an dich, glaubst du an mich, ich glaub ich auch. Ich frage mich, ich frage dich, doch frag ich nicht, fragst du dich auch….
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