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 ...
Diary, 29.10.2020 (with a scene “the Piano”)
In a state of complete loss of consciousness, I could watch, how someone stretched out his arm several times towards a complete stranger; I. A voice called, I heard it: "Give me your hand, please ... please ... give me your hand .... please ...! ...
Early diaries, 2004
6.9.2004 Blue Coast. Saw the sea. Its noise; a dark tone, like artillery, which bursts on the rock. It was so wild, far out, maybe even between Tunis and Marseille storms. Wind, der die Wellen bis an unsere kle ...
Early diarys, 2004
26.7.2004 The little Iraqi girl plays hairdresser for my hair. A mysterious sermon flits over her lips. Your little world. Your huge little world, spun in my hair. (Get a taste of the Tscharnergut in the day care center)