The first thing that hits me is the smell. The smell of wet moss, pine trees, sun heated rock. The smell of Sweden. It hits me with such force when I step out of the car that I am immediately…
That right level of “alternative” – or the move to freedom
This weekend I moved out from one of Magdeburg’s depressing LEGO-block buildings. One of those with exterior of white tiles making it more look like a huge bathroom turned outside in than anything else. My new living quarters are situated…
Unwanted male attention
A while back a complete stranger, a man from the Balkans or perhaps the middle east, came up to me wanting to start a conversation. He quickly changed from German to English, asking me if I spoke English. I told…
Thoughts on Magdeburg
I’ve lived there for over three months. All over town semi-empty DDR-complexes crowns the streets with their LEGO-block feel to them. Randomly placed like huge coloured cubes with balconies built in. Even I live in one of these. Thankfully I…