Happiness of the thunderstorm

  • 23 June 2017
  • mischka

Back in the days, when I temporarily moved in with my mom, I occupied a tiny room in the attic. The house was, still is, at the end of a dead-end road, on the border between the forest and the tiny village that has neither a shop nor a pub. But there's green. Lots of it.
One sweltering summer day...

British roulette

  • 9 June 2017
  • mischka

David C sits solemnly on the windowsill. His cold feet dangle from the 2nd floor window. In his hand a Webley revolver - slighty oldfashioned but made in Britain.
Theresa M, seated next to him, accidentally dropped a shoe on the pavement below and wonders if it would be wise to jump after it. Then she looks at the British bull dog revolver in her hand: also made in Britain, and hopelessly out of date, but from a time when Britannia ruled the waves.
"So what is this game you came up with, David?"

Liberation day thoughts

  • 8 May 2017
  • mischka

Sixteen years ago, on Liberation Day, I packed all my belongings in an old BMW I'd bought off a friend for 300 Euro and drove to Ireland, into a new future. It was exciting, a little scary, but mostly exhilarating. Much more than moving out from my parents' house, a few years earlier, this felt like a liberation. Like love, freedom comes in many shapes and forms. The freedom to go to sleep and wake up, or when to have dinner is one thing. Quite different is the freedom to travel across borders without needing a passport, to settle in another country and work there without having to file a complicated working visa application. That again is quite another thing than being able to say and write what you want without the fear of an oppressive regime.

Orwell on war

  • 24 April 2017
  • mischka

"The essential act of war is desctruction, not necessarily of human lives but of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces (..) materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and hence, in the long run, too intelligent."
George Orwell, 1984

Mischka - the story

When my mother was pregnant with me, she read a story titled "He sends a hand-kiss", by Austrian writer Marie von Ebner-ESchenbach.The main character of this story inspired her to name her son. Years later, I decided to translate this story into English to make it available to a wider audience.

Erdogan and the comedian

  • 16 April 2016
  • mischka

Today it was revealed that Merkel agreed to prosecute a poet who publicly offended turkish President Erdogan, suggesting among other things that "he has fellatio with a thousand sheep before he goes to sleep". The German natives are enraged, fearing a limitation of the freedom of speech. But then, listening to Merkels announcement (in German) I realised she is actually smarter than most give her credit for. Let me explain.