I’d love to see what would happen if all mobile phones went dead. I’m sat in a cafe contemplating this as I observe an awkward scene. People watching is one of life’s virtues, especially when hidden behind a laptop screen. One quickly learns the strategies. Leaning over and craning your neck to eavesdrop in conversation… Read More Will We Ever Switch Them off?
‘Ich hätte gern die Rechnung’, I asked, shakily. The girl behind the counter giggled. ‘You’ve just asked me for whipped cream,’ she said, ‘but I suppose you’d like to pay.’ Before insulting the German public with my lack of linguistic skill, the first phrase I decided to learn prior to my trip to Berlin was ‘Ich… Read More Lost in Translation: my grapple with the German Language
‘When it rains, think of us as we walk under dripping trees or through small rooms lit only by storm’ – Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels. One of my earliest memories is of being lost in a field near my family home in the country. It was Summertime. I remember the heat and the tall grass… Read More Re-writing the self: Thoughts on memory
12.03.18 And where to find a friendly face In a city I do not yet Know how to love. Some days are not that exciting: Often you wake up and the clouds are heavy with rain. Sightseeing doesn’t seem all too appealing. You’re saturated with information from countless museums and exhibitions. You’ve met that same… Read More What People Don’t Tell You About Travelling:
Home to me is the sensation of peace on a Sunday morning; the sound of the cathedral bells tolling for morning service; the comforting memory of my mum’s bangles jingling on her wrists; the raucous sound of my brothers running up and down the stairs; my dad elegantly playing the piano and then pausing to… Read More Finding my Balance: My Changing Concept of ‘Home’