Then another cycle and now it was unlikely. Our two lives made a new life impossible in those four weeks. Never mind, try anyway. And then another full moon and I thought jump, jump, jump and ovulation came but way too late and I was frustrated. And I think Gianni does too. We decided to get help.
Nevertheless, we wanted to wait for the test result.
There are things that don’t really exist. And certainly not in your own relationship. And then you hear yourself say: leave the keys and go! First it rustles, then it clangs, and finally your apartment door crashes into the lock. You are left alone in the bathtub in which you were just lying together. What you see is fog. Until you realize that this is really happening right now. And then you start to shiver. That was me, after seven years of a marriage-like relationship.
Some time ago I found myself on a talk show. This was a serious format on public German television, where things are basically quite personal. I came into a large hall. Rows of chairs dipped in blue shadowy light surrounded a centrally arranged sofa landscape in a circle. Beige and brightly lit, the cone of…
After all, the bang did not come suddenly. The timing did, but everything else was foreseeable. The decision to continue as a single person was already made before being single had occurred. Because everything else was there: father-to-be, friends, job, family, securities. And, of course, the desire. The dear psyche only first had to be…
A long topic, because often discussed, much thought about it, dreamed about it, in a good mood and drenched in sweat, faced difficulties, solved problems and created new ones and still one of us lived in Prenzlauer Berg and another in Wedding. But our plan was to connect two adjacent apartments, which in fact already…
Wait. Test. Negative. This cannot be. Test again and again and just wait a few more days. And then the certainty and the shock. How can that be? Fucking shit! Two weeks of smoking and drinking and dancing again and then again and in the meantime even less exciting, but more consuming. It did not…
Florence, Rome, Milan. By cab to the airport. We just had too much stuff for the commuter rail. With the stroller to the gate. Put on seat belt and receive life jacket for babies. Milla looked into a book, eventually fell asleep, and after landing, she yawned once hard. That was it and we were…