Saturday morning, I take a look out of the window and I have no trust in my eyes: Snow! Snow in Braunschweig. Fantastic! We do not have to go to the Harz mountains any more the white substance is right here under our feet. It is lockdown again. An the one hand we do not want to join the Harz-bobsleigh-pack.
„Farewell my summer love“ was a song by Michael Jackson. Some kind of melancholy resonated with it, now it is here. Summer has definitely gone by, the first half of autumn is over and I am taking some time off from everyday life. An everyday life that gets more stressful, Corona makes it even more difficult. But I does not
“Slowly, but surely” a proverb says. A statement that hold truth for many situations. Rarely it seemed to be so true for me as right now. Du to an aching inflamed finger I am forced to a mandatory break which is really a pain in the ass for somebody hyperactive like me. But after a period of self-pity I decided