Netanyahu in Berlin


Netanyahu’s Disruptive Power The disruption in the city caused by the 2 day visit of Prime Minister Netanyahu of Isreal to Berlin is taking its toll….. He decided to stay at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, which is just down the road from the Zoo Stations,...

Walking, Bereaved, in Grunewald


Bereaved, Walking in Grunewald It was snowing when he died. Falling on the trees outside the window, on every leaf and bare branch in the forest of Grunewald “….falling faintly upon the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all...

Berlin Of a Saturday


Ostkreutz S Bahn Station doesn’t look much, though it looks a whole lot better than it did a year, two years, three years ago – when one could hardly find the entrance amid the tangle of brambles, detritus and debris, the echoing steel staircase, the...

The Sacrificial Chair


We probably all have one, a chair on which no one ever sits, but is nonetheless a fixture in the home.   “Thing Industries” a company in Australia, aware of this phenomenon, has created and are successfully marketing such an article of furniture. Not making...

On The Feast of Saint Francis de Sales


      For the past week Berlin has been a softer city, its hard edges rounded and white with snow in sub zero temperatures.   Yesterday morning at seven o’clock it began to snow again, first a little powder then the lazy, crazy dance of...

My Neck of the Woods


  Over the weekend, it got progressively colder, which is as it should be of a Berlin January.   It was so cold on Saturday that on the square expanse of wind-whipped Alexanderplatz a young couple, laughing, hunkering down by the U Bahn entrance pulled...

BOWIE


  Monday morning. Wake up world, David Bowie is dead. Reflex reaction is “may he rest in peace” but there’s no emotion; this icon passed me by.   Three days later I’m saturated in techicolour, glitter, smoke and stardust, gold and silver, music, cigarettes, coifs,...

Once In a Very Blue Moon


  We set off down the road to Albertville, through the tunnel of Frejus into Italy on the morning of July 31st not THE worst day for travel in France, not ‘Black Saturday’ but merely ‘Red Friday.’ The roads over the mountains were surprisingly clear....

THE HIGHLY SENSITIVE PERSON


One of my Goddaughters, Lucy Pearce, runs “Be Your Own Publisher” e-courses and a publishing business, which includes editing and production and writes a blog. Her latest entry “Stranger than Fiction” ( http://dreamingaloud.net/2015/07/stranger-than-fiction/) I found not stranger than fiction at all, but absolutely understandable and...

Talk to Me of Mendocino


  In my Alma Mater, a convent boarding school, we were admonished that “When a woman whistles, Our Lady cries.” I have always whistled and the only respite I got from wimpled wrath was when workmen were renovating in the school grounds. I could whistle...
Follow me
Never display this again