My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die
I believe.
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Martina, Eric’s wife, asked me about Finland yesterday back at the Cricket ground. And as much as I wish I could hold onto them, the memories start to fade away. I start to forget names, places. But the feelings stay. The dark winter months, the minutes leading up to midnight when the snow would cover [...]
i sometimes tend to forget, who i am, what i can do and how far this has taken me.
Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a [...]
this is really working inside me: sometimes i get this feeling that more and more we journalists stop thinking about our readers. you out there. yes you. how many times have i heard the sentences “we have to do this, we have to do that”. says who? did somebody step out of the office and [...]
The Austrian Broadcasting Coperation’s (ORF) website has gained a reputation for making funny mistakes. But this one beats them all. After federal elections in Belgium the ORF titled “Verheugen acknowledges defeat”. Then the ORF continues with liberal Guy Verhofstadt (prime minister) explaining why and how the defeat came to be. Why Germany’s Günther Verheugen, vice-president [...]
i ran through the cold rain to the car, leaving the party earlier than i thought i would. years ago, i wouldn’t miss a party. i thought i’d miss something by not being everywhere. i was wrong. the things you really shouldn’t miss can’t be found in parties. it’s out there somewhere in the cold [...]
it’s the ties that bind. it’s life as a house or in our case – life as a boat. not that refurbishing a boat together with lukas and dad was pure joy. but it was a project, our project. life as a boat.
i believe.
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there are two things I inherited from my grandfather: the ability to hardly ever let my inner self leak through to the outside and love for classical music. there’s a rythm in my life that follows corelli’s adagio.
i believe.
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tanzenberg, where i did my eight years of high school, has never left me. not that i absolutely loved school (hands up, who did?) – but i guess people who went there, always feel a little special. it’s a little remote, a little different, smaller, more family-like. indeed it somestimes felt that we up on [...]