I thought sitting outside in the hallway of the Berger-cinema would let me see the faces of its visitors while they were leaving out after the end of the first period. Still were nearly twenty minutes to the beginning of the second. But for me, the show was by then on. I sneaked around counting … Weiterlesen If “Capernaum” is awarded in the Oscars, half of the financial returns should be donated to Refugees! (A reading, an experience)
Nostalgia is a legacy, a legacy of details; the thread of green on trees, the sway of the clouds over the tired city, the resting dusty shoes after a long journey, the creaking doors of the destroyed buildings tolling in the cracks of our memory. A legacy! what is a legacy? Fairouz when she sings, … Weiterlesen Legacy? What is a ‚legacy‘?
A normal day it is. Pigeons are landing on the street, picking the leftover grains between the cracks of the bluestones near the baker’s Steinmüller. Cold. I think. Windy. Another normal winter day. Clouds are circling in different sizes and shapes. Moving in flocks towards the same direction. White. Piercing the blueness of the sky.A … Weiterlesen A Normal Day
Inspired by a story happened 28 years ago. He opens the door, throws his winter coat over the dark blue Ikea rack leaned beside the thick black frame of their wedding photo. A February cold evening sheds its foggy heavy air over the city urbane, yet the faint flickering streetlights are still struggling to be … Weiterlesen The Coat
Liebe Freunde|innen, Ihr seid herzlich willkommen zu einer interessanten Veranstaltung, die am 20.04.2017 stattfindet. Auf Eure Aufnahme würde ich mich sehr freuen. Liebe Grüße Nuha Askar
Once upon a time, the spindle of memory decided to weave on the spinning wheel of nostalgia a mischievous story: a granny story. I am used to be so serious asking for a recent photo to my grandmother. It is simply because I love feeling the ecstasy invading my cells; who suddenly stop breathing and … Weiterlesen A Thread of Green
Read in English Ich versuchte, an dem Denkmal vorbeizugehen, damit ich keine Minute meiner wertvollen Shopping-Zeit entlang der Parkstraße in Bad Nauheim verschwende. Doch ich war wie hypnotisiert von der ernsten Atmosphäre, die diese Parkbank und die bronzefarbene Säule umgab. Ich vergaß alle meine Pläne und blieb stehen. Beim Überfliegen der 278 Seelen, bestätigten sich … Weiterlesen Von Verlust und Hoffnung
