Part 20: Parents

When she gets off the bus and sees me, Milla runs off and jumps into my arms. The gym bag gets tangled up on our legs and we are a tangle of people, jackets and bags. Milla comes back to me on Monday. The following Monday, she jumps into Gianni’s arms. It’s as natural as…

Quickly meet all friends once. continue to part 33: Third tour

Writing a blog, presenting my life publicly and realistically, is a very foreign thing to me. Nevertheless, I decided to do it because I think that my family constellation is a special one; there are hardly any role models for such a model. Not that I now believe I am necessarily such a role model – but there is me and this story and perhaps it takes us a bit further towards an expanded understanding of the everyday. That is my concern. Like so many things, my story starts with a bang.

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…

Being sick. Coughs, colds and hoarseness are annoying. However, when I find myself in the waiting area of an ambulance station, hanging my own white coat on the hook and holding my head between my hands, and I know that you can fix it, but that it’s significantly worse than a bladder infection, I continue…

Outside the window, the first day had begun with continuous rain and a wind that still pulled through the autumn jacket. I started sneezing and felt the need for cinnamon stars and ginger tea. It was clear, it’s autumn.A strange feeling came over me, because autumn meant that Christmas was not too far away and…