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Somehow, not sure how it happened, I ended up writing a book. I thought the hardest part was over when I finished the final chapter and the epilogue, but I was wrong. Along came the editing process—a special kind of nightmare and so much tougher than I thought it would be.
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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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During the COVID lockdown, I took a free online class. Photography lessons, which opened my eyes to see the hidden beauties you normally overlook.
If you lost a bet and had to dye your hair a color of the rainbow for a week, what color would it be?
Well, I don’t have to lose a bet. I was born with a very boring hair color called, “Dishwater blond.” That says it all, doesn’t it?
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.