When I arrived for the first time in Kathmandu, March 2015, it was during the coldest march since many years. Everybody kept telling me this. It was raining and it was dark. And with dark I mean: no electricity, therefore no lights on the street. Thus I felt in love with this city, and since then I’ve been […]
After the earthquake a lot of volunteers came to help, rebuilding and carrying away the remains of temples and buildings. News and articles suggested that Kathmandu now is a half destroyed city, where epidemics threaten potential visitors. Well, I was there before, during and after the earthquake, and I guarantee you: this is bullshit! Going […]
When I’m telling people that I volunteered and worked with children, I nearly always hear the same reply: That’s what I always wanted to do too. But…none of them did it so far. To be honest: I used to be as well one of those guys, saying something like that for the last years. The outcome: […]
This post contains perhaps the most personal sentences I ever wrote. It’s where my heart is. In November 2014 I thought of visiting Nepal for the first time. I don’t really know why…I’m definitely not a mountain person. Still, seeing the Everest and Kathmandu seemed a tempting thing. And then I found by mistake it in a […]
When people come to know that I’ve been in Nepal for a couple of months, they ask me: before or after the earthquake. And I have to answer: before, DURING & after. Then you can see the interested look in their eyes. And of course they ask the careful question: And how was it? How […]
Durbar Square has awesome temples and pagodas.On Durbar Square I held hands with a guy on a date.At Durbar Square I smell delicious coffe and cheesecake.On Durbar Square a guy stares at me because I’m wearing a dress.Durbar square is my favourite place here. Durbar Square has no awesome temples & pagodas any more.On Durbar […]
The story of the superstar and me took place April 2015, a story in 5 acts: Prolog: The superstar notices her on her first friday night in KTM. She is dancing the whole night in high heels, lost to the world. Except a short “hello-who-are-you-I-am” nothing else happens. Act 1: The woman in high […]
March 2015: I arrived to KTM (as insiders name it) during the coldest march since many years. Everybody kept telling me this. It was raining and it was dark. And with dark I mean: no electricity, therefore no lights on the street. So I had to put on my red-hooded jacket when I danced through the streets, excited and so […]
