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The Rollercoaster Keeps On Keeping On.

My last text here had quite a serene feel to it. But since then, I have been on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster ride once more. A couple weeks after publishing it, I actually¬†wrote a kind of “personal¬†crisis text” … Continue reading

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Torn.

I know that I have to leave the company. I really do. I no longer identify with what we’re doing. And at the same time, I feel that the place is slowly losing its direction, and its meaning and purpose. … Continue reading

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Berlin.

I’m back. Sitting at my friend Kal’s dining room table. And it’s an incredibly relaxing weekend. I came because I was invited at a birthday party last night, which was fun, but mainly I was hanging out with Kal, and … Continue reading

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Mindfuck. And how to get away from it?

Not doing so well today. This weekend, really. Last week, we went on another trip to Rome, with colleagues. And for a day and a half, N was with us again, and it was again like last year — before … Continue reading

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Twenty Years Since Graduation.

Last weekend, I met with my former classmates, with whom I graduated — after 20 years. A couple months ago, I felt uneasy about this. Thinking that in the game of “look what I have achieved”, my complete lack of … Continue reading

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Off to Sicily.

That picnic last weekend was surprisingly delightful. There were some eight to ten of us, only one person I knew, everyone from all kinds of places, a few Italians, a Mexican, a Spanish girl, a French guy. We played frisbee … Continue reading

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Ache.

My right hand hurts. It has been hurting for four weeks now, or so. It’s really annoying. I noticed it the first time in Argentina, when one of the people there with a very firm handshake shook my hand, and … Continue reading

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