It’s about being able to fly, It’s about dying nine times. I know exactly into how much detail I can go, when I am at my worst. But some days are just about..being able to fly. I believe.
Read moreno space to rent in this town
well i moved over to another department in the newspaper – i blogged about it earlier. either i forgot what it means to really fight for your ideas or then i am running on empty this time. i know myself, i know how (over-) ambitious i can be and how personal i take rejections of…
Read moreon sleepless roads the sleepless go
there’s something to mornings, an unsaid promise that leaves the night behind. there are days when i lie in bed, fully awake though it’s 4am. today is one of these days. my thoughts jumped and stopped somewhere in finland. i thought about life there, about the people i met and how so few of them…
Read morealone in the night
sitting by myself in the living room. had sushi with astrid – just a normal evening. ut then again i figured how much i have changed in the last 11 months, how much i (and my life) have changed by astrid being in it. how much this place has changed. it’s those little things that…
Read moreend of the cuba crisis
oh sweet joy of public pressure. the austrian bank bawag i blogged about earlier fired up their thrust reversers. after what the bawag calls “a considerable amount of public discussion” the bank decided to take back it’s pre-cerberus-aquisition decision to close down any accounts by cubans or cuban-born customers. wow what a pr-desaster. i believe.
Read moreon round pegs and square holes
whenever i meet a new group of people in my life (such as working colleagues in a new department) – all my self-confidence seems to vaporize in a split second. you try to be nice, but not too nice, you try to come up with new ideas but not be a smart-ass, you try to…
Read moreon a small note
it’s been exactly 9 hours and 53 minutes since i am fully employed by my newspaper. may day must be a coincidence, the pure joy of working under a CBA… i believe.
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