I love trains - short journeys, reasonably long journeys - give me trains over any other mode of transport (except when it's from Bangalore to Hamburg, of course). It's all kind of exciting : from the station to the platform, from getting on the train, finding the right seat and enjoying the chugging motions while... Continue Reading →
It all started when we went to get my visa renewed. The grumpy woman at the counter said it didn't matter that I had a monthly income and was paying tax because it was far more important that I had the B1 certificate from an integration course.
...is the day Max was born, about 16 years ago. I've written about Max before very briefly here. He was my first four-legged sibling. I had just about graduated high school when he passed away and it took my mind about three months to understand what that means and how it was going to change my daily life. Today, I know how it has changed my life, in a broader sense.
Here I was, irritated with the husband, full of pride and ego, now stuck outside the house, unable to get in- and the only person I could ask for help was the one I was fighting with.
Anu is possibly north-east Indian. She has shiny black hair that is tied up most of the time (because I see her only when she is working). She has a heart-warming smile that makes her eyes smaller than they already are: the kind that makes you smile back. She's not so tall and looks fragile... Continue Reading →
A month ago. That's when I wrote my last post, or even attempted to write. Not that there weren't ideas floating around, yes but that's why, no? There were floating and I just let them float. But here is my justification (-ish): This month is so uneventful, I wanted to relive December, just a little... Continue Reading →
It was not a particularly calm evening, I had got some bad news from home as well. I was cooking, making lunch for the next day, and Heiko was in the living room with Sophie. He came in, paused my Tamil serial (yes, I watch nonsense Tamil serials. They are my cooking friends) and looked like he was going to give me bad news. "There was an attack at a Christmas market in Berlin", he said.
Last time this year, I was cold, homesick, lost and fighting to keep hope flickering. After all that sadness, all those tears and screams that Heiko had to endure, we have found a system that keeps things going. It's not perfect, but it is something. I have found a version of me that has adapted to this strange land, full of its strange people...