Die Beste Aller Zeiten – Going direct to heaven, going direct the othe...

I grew up with dogs. I almost have to say I grew up with a single dog: The dog Kira joined our household when I was ten years old, and died an amazing twenty years later when I had long moved out and lived my life in far away Berlin.
I had named the dog in a random assembly of syllables, largely because I had read in a book that dogs ears were much more attuned to high pitched noises like “i” and “a”, and like any giddy pre-teen I was very eager to demonstrate my superior knowledge...

The more time I spent with the wife (currently I’m with her six days a week, including the weekend and three overnight stays) the less time I have for anything else, including blogging. So instead of beautifully phrased sentences (or at least attempts...

We will get to the memories eventually – I am inching my way back there. But be assured that this relates to the wife because for me, everything does now.
Like all people today I am a hardened cynic. I do not believe that anything, ever, that somebody says or does, is done or said in good faith, and like all people I think everything that is said or done is an attack on my particular subculture (or for...

Germans call this, more poetically than correctly (because it is really still part of the soon-to-be defunct „old“ year), „die Zeit zwischen den Jahren“, i.e. „the time between the years“, those days between the Christmas holidays and New Year when you...