A merciful word of comfort and hope: There is so much booze out there. No way of running dry - ever. Puh!
And the world? I am the center of my world and there is no future of my world when I'm gone. And so my concerns have a natural end.
When hope is hard to maintain it doesn't make sense. I always thought hope is something for those wimps who want ( Read more... )

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Be invisible. And kick kittens.

Not  whole sentences.

A blooming magnolia tree from beneath and a blue sky. I was one or one and a half years old.

Where ever I hang my hat. Right now it's Berlin, Germany. But my true home is where my friends are.

My parents, my dog Ferris (he's dead for 6 years now but I still love him and miss him so much), my friends, Leukos.

The best thing I did in my life was to get my dog. Other good things were: going on a humanitarian aid trip to Kosovo during the war, finding Overeaters Anonymous, becoming a psychotherapist, experience how much my family means to me, writing and making documentaries.

First of all: We in Germany call it what it is - toilet. Not restroom, powder room or bathroom. I don't want to take a shower there. That would be gross.
The coolest toilets I ever saw were in Albania. A hole in the ground (behind the house) a brick stone left and right from it and a curtain or planks around it.

I can play "flowery meadow" on two flutes with my nose. Believe me, you don't want to see it....