Helper Syndrome – Part 2

Actually the laughter of the group lasted a whole two minutes that seemed to me infinitely long and made me infinitely embarrassed. Especially Mohammad the First and Mohammad the Second were rolling on the floor laughing. They didn’t only share the same first name, they […]

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The final attempt to strum

I have been getting strange states of déjà vu these last few days. I hear the phone without ringing, noises of all the coming visitors while no one is really here and I see your face in every corner I look. A half-wrecked wall, which […]

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Acting, psychosis and love

“We are all actors in life”, my professor said in the first lecture on the topic identity. With these sentences you definitely get the attention of students bored by gray theory. I would have liked to call it “fake news”. Not just that: Suddenly, I […]

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Wo bist du mein Heimatland?

Es war einmal eine Mutter, Die beschützte ihre Kinder vor aller Gefahr. Die Mutter des Arabischen. Ja… Die Mutter alles Arabischen. Gottes Paradies auf Erden, des Volkes Schatz in unseren Händen, unser wundervolles Land, unser anmutiges Land. Die warme Umarmung, die uns zusammen bringt, das […]

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The mistakes of others

“Life is hard“, he said and left me. I don’t think I can judge that. I think that everyone who says something like that, has already won a fight, because this human being was the first sperm at the egg cell. My embryonic self longed […]

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Asphalt in our neighborhood

On that fateful day we had to cut our feet. Or at least so we thought, as we looked at the warm black paste that began to stretch out over our dusty playground, over the memory of the days we spent on this dust. The […]

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Helper syndrome – Part 1

Fall 2015: Super proudly and excited I went to the guys in front of the building of the German and tutoring meeting point, where I was volunteering as „refugee helper“, which was happening on every Sunday afternoon. I was positive that I would impress everyone […]

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Bitter death im my pocket

I forget and I take death out of my winter coat I forget how I thought the earth was full of wings And I come down little by little with my old sorrow I say that sadness will go away And my reflection in the […]

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Dying at sea

Apparently you hadn’t been the only one who had thought of this. Now you were here, ready to die, around you hundreds – maybe thousands – , who had come here for the same reason and were now staring at the sea. And then you […]

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An exile for a book

Our national football team won a game yesterday. Or they did not? Doesn’t really matter. Time has passed in a strange way the last few days. I can feel the minute splits into seconds, seconds into parts and parts to nothing. I don’t even know […]

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