4.3.2016 To a certain extent, she had stolen her freedom, to shape their own lives. Now nature was there, to repay that freedom. she had (for good reasons?) didn't believe anyone, but now, where it was soon too late, ...
Retro_Diary_2016
11.4.2016 At forty it went through her mind, that between twenty and thirty she had lived exclusively for devotion. Some guy had that devotion, counted for an ass, which she had shaped into a star in her imagination. Quick b ...
Retro_Diary_2013 I love the donkey
4.3.2013 This year clouds have risen over the Gomsertal. They hang black-blue over the old brown snow. The trees on the slopes are skeletal. Only the donkeys behind the rotten wooden grille are magnificent to look at and squint around the garden ...
Retro: Diary 2003 (2)
29.6.2003 Dear Mr. W. Have I already told you about my "Wehrmacht" booklet?? It hangs over my bed and I put the boys there, with whom I somehow get into a kind of exchange. It's a pretty empty book, because ...
Retro: Mid season (from the insatiable 1, 2002)
Mid season (from the insatiable) At twenty-six, im November war’s, I felt suddenly, that I didn't love Doc anymore. We stood at the bus stop in the suburbs and waited for the bus, That should bring us back. Autos, Last ...
Early diaries, 2003, the Jungfraujoch-Guy
7.3.2003 Smaller, rabiater, not too sensitive volcano, this american-guy. It was a spring day with a hair dryer and fibrous clouds. The birds fluttered overhead in droves, while we were skating- it was nice. The wavy one ...
Early diaries, 2002, the meni
9.2.2002 Russian party at Gaby's. So many men, as I see in a year. In the dim light of the roof deck, family. Russian band, sentimental, melancholy. The Russian men dark, auratic. Gabie's attachment: Coach jackets students, lust ...
Early diaries, 2000
10.11.2000 A life dedicated to inner movement must end in self-abandonment or the madhouse. And yet I am a minimalist, just euphorize myself. One sentence, that gets me excited, because he might have touched my nerve ...
Early diaries, 1999, Ryfflihof
18.4.1999 Ryfflihof. I'm here. A human, a saleswoman, no idea. I have a card number, belong to the world again, do a service. I have a face? I have eyes? Nobody saw me. Should I be happy about it? I ...
Memory: Gate to the Emmental
In October before 30 Years ago I was in the potato field with Clara. The field was on the slope, steeply below the farmhouse, where Clara lived with her parents and four brothers. Claras Bruder Johann trug einen blauen Overall und ging schon mal mit dem Tra ...