That’s enough. I have been watching her  for almost…what they call 3 months on Earth.I have been silent because there has just been nothing to write about >her days look all the same: perfect from the outside but filled with a cocktail of alcohol, orange juice and tears from the moment she gets home. She is the saddest picture I have ever seen. I can’t do this anymore.

She  “If I had all her charm and money, “I told to a tiny caesar next to me, “I would cover the white walls of this house from inside with all kinds of colours.

I’d turn it into a piece of art.

I would fill it often with music, laughter and good spirited strangers that the universe wants to connect there and then. It would be a space where moments of beauty can happen.

sometimes I’d just love to be there alone and have the starry sky moments just for myself so that I could get to know myself more and more deep and play guitar at midnight  following the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I would travel the world and taste all kinds of different foods.

…feel different winds and rains on my skin.

…hear how the waves on the seas of the world make different sounds.

…how the sands feel different to walk on.

…how the birds sing different.

…how  my hair dries at different speeds.

…how my walking speed changes in different environments.

…how it feels to miss something or someone…or would I ever miss anything at all when I know I’m not missing out a single moment of meaningfulness and beauty  in my life?

I would squeeze as much juice as I can out of every orange in my garden and drink it pure and fresh.

“But you are not her,” replied the little caesar.

“True…there must be  a reason why she has muted everything, right?”

“Of course there is,”

“If I were her….WAIT! Could I please be her for a moment of  just…enough  time?Would that be somehow possible?”



Orange juice

Orange juice

You, little humans,are so amusing…

I am going to show you something about home. Take a look  at this beautiful city down there. What if we could see through all these sIMG_8739.jpgtone walls and locked doors and take a peek into the lives people live…

Do you notice that fancily dressed lady walking down the street?

Of course I do. It is really hard not to notice her. She is seems perfect: probably in her 30s with a content little smile decorating her tainted lips. She walks confidently towards the last house of the street, which happens to be her home – a beautiful white clay house.

Before entering she grabs 5 sunset coloured oranges from one of the many orange trees growing in her garden. As soon as the lady has locked the door she sits by the kitchen table,takes off her shoes and squeezes herself a glass of fresh orange juice.


trippy sunset

orangeShe takes a sip but her face clearly tells that there is something not right about her drink and she does not wait too long to fix it. Vodka.Straight out of the fridge. Girl knows what the girl needs.


Vodka and orange juice – I can see some sophisticated sparkle lighting in her deep blue eyes.

As soon as she is done with the drink

she is not done.

There is going to be another one.

And another one.

She is never done

until  the spirit has reached her spirit.



key“First of all, Why should we ever lock a door to homeHome should be a place where one is always  unconditionally welcome,no matter what – even if one has lost his keys.Would you ever bungee jump ?”

Well, probably not…

“But what if there was a mattress down there that would catch you if the ropes should break so that it would be 100% safe?”


If there were no risks, you mean?Then of course I would do all kinds of crazy stuff…

“You see. Home is   like that mattress down there that encourages you to experience life to the fullest because you´d always know that even if everything else goes wrong there is always a safe place to go to. A place that eliminates the risk of complete failure.”

Do you mean that  the most important value of home  is actually just the feeling of safety it gives you?

“Yes. The strongest power of home lies within the knowing that you have one.

If you’d need to have the key to get into home  you would create a condition. Home would not be your “no-matter-what place” anymore and  its main purpose would be gone.”

But how can I  feel safe in a place  that everyone can access ?For sure not everyone has good intentions…

(to be continued…)



pic by : Andy Maguire

Welcome Home

Welcome Home

I am standing at the gate, at the start of the road leading into endlessness. If I take a closer look, I spot some colourful castles in the distance floating on air.Air castles. Those castles have stars topping their quirky towers. They are all built in different styles: some of them look as if they had popped straight out of the Aladdin fairy tale, some as if they were from the far future…and my favourite ones are those that look like indian huts.

It is the first time I see wonderfulness like this….

still….I have a feeling as if I knew this place better than any other place in the universe. I feel so comfortable and safe. I feel like home.

“But this is your home – welcome back !”

Are they mind-reading me at the moment?

“But of course we are. Glad you finally decided to come in.”

Well I thought the door was locked and I tried to figure out the PIN code…

“Yes, we saw that Actually it has so far happened to all our guests from the Earth. Earthlings  and their strange traditions. If time existed here, we could even say that some of them have waited there  for very-very long.

But why don’t  you just let us in if you know we are there, wasting our time on looking for a key. Don’t you feel bad?

“We don’t have feelings – so we cannot feel bad.There is no time here – there is nothing you waste. The time is just an invention in your head. You need it  where you are from, but here it is just making you …..nervous – So,first of all, try your best to forget about the time.”

But for what purpose do you have a door here at all?To make people confused?

(to be continued…..)



The Other Side

They are so many,looking all the same, just in different sizes…dressed in blue, star-patterned uniforms. Their brown hair is flying lightly in the space breeze under flower wreaths. What those beings don’t have is… a face. Instead of a face  there is dark space and thousands of stars blinking through the  endlessness.






I step.

I am on the other side.

Had I seriously been such a fool?…Endlessly trying to open a door that did not have to be opened at all to enter….All one needed to do is just walk through it.

Such an evil joke, Universe.

…but wow. This place is special…





I am ready: just one more moment until Someone is supposed to stop at the door.I hope all goes well and in the best case I could maybe even sneak in with Someone, that would be amazing.




I breathe in. Alright.Now.

What?…Someone did not stop but walked without hesitation straight THROUGH this massive door!

Is this some kind of a ghost?Or perhaps I can as well walk through it, which would be so ridiculous because then all this stressing about finding the right code, all these tears and all this time I spent like a last idiot in front of this door, would so much be wasted…

But of course, this is not Earth and why should the Laws of Nature matter here, right?