This is the 5th part of the Berlin Life series and the 3rd on the gay scene. I promised it some time ago, then forgot to post it. Sorry!
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Berlin Lives 4. Gay times reveal our fears. Part 2
More angst at the VLP. How does one navigate other people’s sexuality? Why don’t they feel the need to hide it?
Berlin Life 3. Gay times reveal our fears. Part 1
I’m compiling my Berlin Blogs and will soon publish them as a guide book to alternative Berlin.
Tongue in cheek and the author plays the fool.
Taking a Haiku chance.
It’s about getting over inhibitions about what you do. You have to be able to face down the critics. If you can’t do that, then stay stumm. I have never dared creative writing in German, but now is the time. A Haiku is only 17 syllables long so what are the chances of making a mistake?
Quite good, actually.
Topography of Terror
I put off visiting the museum of Gestapo atrocities, aptly called The Topography of Terror. One knows what happened. Why go for total immersion?
Gift – Or imagining the dark side.
We are writers. Imagination is our most powerful gift. Imagine the impossible – being a Spitfire pilot in a dogfight, being your sister, especially if you don’t have a sister. Then you have to imagine her brother or sister, too, who isn’t you. And you can safely imagine your dark side. Crime writers imagine theContinue reading “Gift – Or imagining the dark side.”
Berlin Life 2
I walk through the midday Alt-Tempelhof heat and cross the four-lane Tempelhofer Damm to get to the discounter supermarket. I should go to the Turkish grocer on my way, because I know that the discounter will make me buy a sack of onions, most of which I won’t be able to use. I will leaveContinue reading “Berlin Life 2”
Berlin life. Part 1 -Tubes
Open doors. A biology Noble Prize winner, once said, ‘The world is made up of tubes.’ Consider the human body as an example! Of course, tubes need doors, otherwise our longest tube, the alimentary canal, would be a disaster. We have a door each end, a few in the middle and a mobile door, drivenContinue reading “Berlin life. Part 1 -Tubes”
How a novel begins.
The last stop – how a novel happens. Berlin Diary – Summer 2012. How it started. I walked into the sunshine from the old East German airport, still called Schönefeld. (Beautiful Field). It shouldn’t still exist. It had long ceased to be fit for purpose and is now being renovated. Back then it was trulyContinue reading “How a novel begins.”
