is the name of the new exhibition in the old building. Painted wooden sculptures, kings, princesses, siblings and much more in the gallery. Small and large pictures, all fairytale

I can't find the right entrance. A stranger consoles me that he even stood in the wrong cemetery once. This one is not in

on all the pieces of driftwood. When they collect, they bump into each other in my arms and sound like they have taken a vow and

There they look innocently from the shelf, the Kasperl, the Sepperl, the robber Hotzeplotz, the grandmother and many other hand puppets. Briefly turn the

Just a movie? "Van Gogh - on the verge of eternity." Quite agitated, I leave the cinema. Images flood my soul, nest

When the coolness of the night still covered the morning, the sun was still glowing behind the neighboring house, which put a shadow in my garden,

The door to the good room has been locked for hours, the keyhole closed. It mysteriously crackles and rustles behind it. Mother is not there. father

to sleep to cling to a blossom daydreams at the end of the valley deep under the rock pillars a different measure applies to time &

New living - a kind of excessive shark bun from Vienna Search for the toilet door after moving at night - ouch! other side! Move - nothing

Olivia sends Leon a WhatsApp message. Leon passes it on to Simon and Klara. Simon takes a screenshot and sends it to Sophie. Sophie

When I was a child, I wanted a Negro doll for my birthday. She was a thousand times more beautiful than everyone else. And if anywhere the word

Traunstein, music shop Fackler. We'll show you the various handmade and valuable harps that we won't buy. Instead, a thunder maker that I

some take their time in strange bathrooms for bottles and tubes and the others return with a strong opinion about fittings, towels and

The excursion took us to Walhalla on this sunny late summer day. In front of us is a Greek temple on the Danube slope. After the tour

Selected, still undecided, a maybe or not. I go to other sites, compare and be watched. The virtual eye that has nothing

According to her words, I climb countless stone steps between the old houses. Humid air lets a lot of sweat run down. The nearby Neckar carries songs

Stamps. A whole box full. A narrow border around the cut-out marks. A piece of heaven on the back. Cloudless. Somewhere in the

The child's gaze towards me in the S-Bahn is not exhausted, but concentrated. The body is motionless, only the small, somewhat sausage-like

The unfathomable depth of the lake in which we swam on that midsummer day gave us courage, the one with mysterious signs

... through the east gate, like every morning. Crows wake up and shout down from the crane. There is a repair ship in the dock, which hides the weather shelter

The only day of the week that I don't go to work. Well, I clean the house, wash and iron, go shopping,

this monotonous computer voice from the phone: "Your conversation partner is currently not available!" Also no callback. As if you no longer exist.

Freedom As children, we learned to be considerate of the elderly and the disabled and, where possible, to help. Since I am disabled myself and

On the meadow beach of the Lodensee. The last heavy rain left a riparian zone of dry leaves and driftwood. With the short pieces of wood one can

Mountains of rubble where the old house was. With the blind panes. Uninhabited for a long time. An eyesore for the place, said

At first glance, it is quite an ordinary, somewhat fragmented structure. And very fragile. But the camera sees more. Enlarged sections on the screen

The street cafe is already well attended in the morning. I discover a free space, adjust the metal chair, hang my jacket over it

Whether it was the many miles we had covered the previous day or just the spicy mountain air - in any case we sleep like

The March sun removes the need to hold on to the coffee mug, and both hands are also necessary to hold the 'king juggler'

A brewery. We enter. The babble of voices hits us, ebbs briefly, strengthens to the hurricane. Empty looks graze us, turn again

It is still dark when I pass the underpass that leads to my departure track in the morning. He sits there again, like every morning

We visit the Trakl House and our eyes glide over the fine furniture, the pictures and the manuscripts of that unfortunate poet. Always be

At eleven in the evening, neither the moon nor street lamps can bring the market square back to life. The cast-iron gate goes right next to five

In the rockfall area, the slate slabs are layered into stairs, black and warmed by the sun. low ferns and sedum plants protrude from columns. step by step fluctuating tones of memory

Again and again the girl spreads cream on her tattoo, which covers almost the entire right forearm. That picture shows a double face, laughing

A mango, a rice ball and a cold remedy - that was enough to finally give Shiho Tanaka, the seventy-nine year old, a feeling of security again. The

It is this hectic summer before the two towers collapsed. The slogan of the new millennium is "Tempo, Tempo, Tempo!", And my job

It's less the summer that I can get the scent of. The stairwell where we lived in the 1960s has in my memory

Because of a death, I returned to the city after well over half a century, where I spent most of my school days

once a sparrowhawk grazes the picture; the numerous singers remain hidden in the green of the mountain forest. I carefully hike on the marked path, past lilies and

At dusk I am drawn to the garden. The waxing moon is already bathing in the pond. The hay next door was pressed into bales today.

Back in the garden, protected by hedges, there is now a small meadow ... with wild flowers, blown by the wind. Once upon a time there was one