
The following is not a try to find excuses, and it’s not meant to downplay women’s accusations. It’s just my view of the world, and I apologize in advance for being thought-provoking.

The following is not a try to find excuses, and it’s not meant to downplay women’s accusations. It’s just my view of the world, and I apologize in advance for being thought-provoking.

Funny, how things can change. All of a sudden I didn’t like my favorite perfume anymore. I had loved it for 20 years, had wished for it every Christmas or when my birthday came around, and then it stopped. The love affair was over.

I watched “Easy Rider” with all the other girls from boarding school. I sat in the old movie theater in the South of Germany, and my mind was made up.

“Help is on its way,” they had told me, right after the crash had happened. I believed them; I knew they would come for me; there was no doubt in my mind.

I have noticed some new faces on my blog, and I am thrilled. For me, it’s not about the numbers or statistics, but rather about the new, upcoming interactions I might have with all of you in the future.