Night bus in Frankfurt
There are night busses in Munich, too. But the one I had the pleasure to ride so far was full of white adolescents that just had some beer too many. That is fun, but compared to Frankfurt it is like a visit of the Opera. Well, no. Operas can be full of blood, deceit, singing [...]
From chaos to high compression
Servus, I am writing this from a region of Germany known to many foreigners as the real Germany. It is called Bavaria. Although it only makes up a part of Germany, many German stereotypes find their home here. The leather pants, Oktoberfest, wheat beer, white sausages, blonde men with big bellies, blond girls with big [...]
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The official invitation to my farewell party in Frankfurt. Attention: Might make your eyes bleed or have you twitching on the floor in an epileptic fashion
Wir sind die Generation…
Gerade beim aufräumen auf meiner Platte gefunden, stammt aus dem Juli 2008: Wir sind die Generation. Wir sind nicht mehr ganz Kind, aber auch nicht ganz erwachsen. Wir machen Kinder, sind aber selbst noch welche. Wir feiern feste Feste, die Jüngeren sind aber länger wach. Wir denken an Morgen und haben schon ein Gestern. Wir [...]
Three impressions of Singapore
Three impressions of Singapore. A lady collecting her daily wage. A watered down version of Parkour Singastyle Day care Japanese style
The unhappy German
All my life – so far – I have been trying to find out why exactly a majority of Germans on the street look so grumpy. I just couldn’t make sense of it. Here we are, in one of the wealthiest, best organized countries in the world. We sport a social welfare system, a working [...]