moving
  Where to begin after such a long time of absence ? It's hard to say because it's hard to figure out where from I'm writing.Moving indeed, from one country to another, back, or forth, depending on how I look at it. After almost eleven years in France, moving back to Germany is not as easy as I thought. You know how it goes. You live in one place and you think that everything will be better in another. All your drea

inside my sister's head
Showing you these images will provoke a phone call or some kind of comment, I already know. But that's all right. We haven't spoken in a while, Hanna and I. Because we're both crazy busy at the moment. While I pack stuff to go to Berlin, she's preparing and packing to spend a couple of months at Madrid.For all of you who are not familiar with Hanna: She's my little sister, and these two drawings are hers. No, she's not

domestic goddess
How did you guess that we're not talking about me here ? We're talking about Natalie, actually, who took over the house and everything domestic from me a year ago. And whom I very much wish I could take with me to Berlin. You see, she's really courageous, too. Facing some pretty big obstacles around here every day. Or let me express it differently: We have a permanent domestic clash in this house. While I'm a great believer in the '

my new obsession
It might be that I'm in a frightening sanitary state myself at the moment, with harvest going on around here, or maybe I just like the colors. I definitely love the different scents, though. My new love is called soap.

the unparalleled project
This is still a post about 'optimizing', or 'scaling down' as Amy has called it, but I disguised it. So as not to bore you more than necessary (says she, listening to 'Sunny' on her iPod and wriggling dance-like in front of her computer. Harvest season really is exhausting for body and for mind.).