"Belief" is now somehow outside of my body .... or let's put it that way, he's not quite inside me anymore, but also not outside. He will probably also remain in this intermediate sphere. Ich habe diesen Roman als Handi ...
Summer break. I have to go to the channel “clean”. I have to develop. If i can. Because cellularly I stand still.
The last chapter of mine "Belief" showed me again, how tricky it is, To write prose in pain and sentimentality. I'll take the chapter "the third novel" out of my "Belief" out. Ich mache einen Entwicklungsschr ...
Note: I have to muck out the sewer
SPRING CLEANING ON THIS CHANNEL. Mucking out until the year 2017, when I was a brat. Hey, What is it!? When I reread texts of mine after a while, I feel pressured. And in a very uncomfortable way! I give up on the process ...
Diary_85
It is no different from the current Chäs. But the childish look is fruity.
Memory: Gate to the Emmental 2
When I was twenty I hiked on the Egg. Together with Henry, the warmest and most vital person, I've ever met. It was May, but already warm in summer. One of the most beautiful fragrances, that exist, the smell of hay was in the air . ...
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)