Crash on Bell 5 to 10. The first three months in 3004 come relatively high. Recurring violent crashes briefly. Bellgrad 20 to 25. Took the stairs to Tiefenau five times in March, round trip, with the metro to Bern, Post, Sup ...
E-Mail to a person who somehow tried to draw my attention to the fact that I am not a slave (?)
Hello, Why shouldn't I reply? I am alone most of the time (24 hours a day) and bedbound many hours because of Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. And I am an Eremit, grown up more and more like a crooked tree or some fossil. So you see, I am grateful i ...
Prose_4 AM
The sea rushes in the heating pipes. I can hear it. They growl in all directions, a perpetual somewhere sound. It's that quiet. So still. Once we rolled down all the car windows, tucked our shirts on the handles. Between ...
Retro_Diary_2016
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 ...