Wetlands – Or how not to translate Feuchtgebiete

The Mersey, trying to hide its innermost thoughts by reflecting everything. Unlike Roche and Newman, who bare their souls, or me who hasn’t quite the courage yet to really write what he feels, but is getting there. As a bloke, I’m always a bit afraid of straight out chick lit, but then again, I findContinue reading “Wetlands – Or how not to translate Feuchtgebiete”