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I was a translator. I chose this line of work because I wanted to see and understand the world. I wanted to help build bridges between nations. My best childhood friend spoke four languages at the age of ten. I wanted to be just like her.
Tag: <span>childhood</span>
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From today’s point of view, the teacher of my school days who taught me a lot was a pretty weird guy. He was the only male teacher in a boarding school in Bavaria, a school run by Catholic nuns.
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Growing up in a small village in the mountains of Austria, I was raised Roman Catholic. We went to church on Sunday, because everyone else went to church. My grandma carved a cross on the back of every freshly baked bread loaf before she cut into it, and we bent our heads down before we ate, to either quietly say grace or give others the time to do so.
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Chocolate bunnies are as much a part of Easter as chocolate eggs but that was not always the case. In the past, the bunnies were made of sugar. I remember the red bunny, so shiny, sitting on the corner of the desk in my room.
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Maybe I shouldn’t answer today’s prompt because it will make people feel sorry for me, and I dislike that more than I dislike Fennel, and I dislike Fennel a lot.
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When you put a child on two skis for the first time in its life, it will experience a feeling that it has never felt in this form before. It will glide downhill as if guided by magic because gravity has a stronger effect on the body than the frictional resistance of the snow under the skis. And long before the child realizes what is actually happening, it will come to a stop and it will stand at the bottom of the slope with a big grin on its face.
Very quiet at times, like a dream
sounds like a distant song within you…
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The mountain landscape in Tyrol, Austria is already sugared white and well-known old and new Christmas music can be heard on the radio during December.
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Berlin, early 1933: The Nazis are on the verge of their projected election victory, the Reichstag is burning, and mass madness is shown everywhere. Then a phone call! Her father leaves Berlin the next day shortly afterward the girl Anna travels to Switzerland with her family.
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I had to laugh when I read today’s prompt. Like the joke about traffic, when the truck driver on the radio shouts, “There is a car driving in the wrong direction,” and the other one answers, “What do you mean ONE, hundreds are driving in the wrong direction.”