It was a normal summer's day. Hot. Sunny. A day in Marie's first summer. When I was ten. It didn't look like anything exiting would happen that day. I was just sitting there at the table on the terrace drawing pictures of flowers, of our family, of my clarinet. I was happy. It was in the school holidays and I didn't have to practice my reading. ( Read more... )

My father. Martin Bischoff. For a long time Papa was a bitter person. He really loved Mama. He still does. And he loves me and Marie too. You can see that in his eyes, in his behaviour ( Read more... )

When I first met Tom ( Read more... )

As a child, I wanted to have normal parents like everyone else. And I wanted to become a cool woman like my aunt Clarissa ( Read more... )

Karma is the philosophy of those new age people. Those who believe in cleaning their soul and ayuverda and that kind of things ( Read more... )

I'm happy that our Christmas concert did work out. It was a small one at the HdK. But some people would not call it a concert. We had some actor students from the HdK as well. We played the Weihnachtsoratorium from Johann Sebastian Bach. The first part only. Adapted to piano (Paul), violin (Stephie) and clarinet (me). And without vocal singing, ( Read more... )

I regret not telling Papa that I love him and that I'd never stop loving him the first time I came to Berlin. We were at odds with each other. And Mama died knowing that. I wish she would know we made up ( Read more... )

If this would work, I would have to write in German. But then, most of you wouldn't be able to read this. So I'll write in English.

And this is for me before the Christmas when I was nine.Dear Lara ( Read more... )

I am content in the morning.

I like the peacefulness of the morning. It's so unlike the hectic .. Betriebsamkeit .. hustle of the day and the loud .. Hinauszögern .. protraction of the night. I admid that nights are not always loud. But in a big city like Berlin there's always someone nearby having a loud night, a party or something. At home, in ( Read more... )

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