day 138: fountain in winter I remember from my childhood that you shouldn’t drink fountain water since there is nasty stuff in it. We obviously had to figure out what kind of stuff and put some of the water into ...
day 137: the ice-cube-lamp In the little extra room in my mum’s flat there is a set of lamps that creates fascinating patterns on the wall. You can agree with me that the name ice-cube-lamp is quite fitting for ...
day 136: Brühl My mum lives close to the Brühl in Chemnitz. The area used to be very lively and I remember that it was full of people when I was little. I used to go there to ...
day 135: santa’s surveillance van In our family my mum still tries to keep the pretence up that Santa is actually bringing the presents, although we kids are 26 and 30 now. This year there was definitely the least of ...
day 134: reading Traveling means waiting. Killing time, reading, listening to music, eating, just so that the time passes. This man reads while waiting for the train. I took pictures of him while waiting for the train. For ...
day 133: crazy horses The other day Ezequiel and me went to he mall again to buy some headphones for me. My black Sennheiser PX 200 died the usual cable death after just about 2 years and I decided ...
day 132: down below: Gesundbrunnen Just two subway stops from here is a mall. It’s quite big and I checked out a few shops the other day. I was surprised about the relatively big selection of gluten free products they ...
day 131: modern day pirate Ezequiel was on the way into battle. The opponent: an IKEA chest of drawers. He had the knife in his mouth like a pirate and that was only the beginning. In the end we won, ...
day 129: no money – go looting The area where we live now is supposedly not a good one. You don’t see any organic supermarkets, no cool shops, nothing expensive. Instead you have many kebab shops, cheap stores, internet cafés and casinos. ...
day 128: sometimes size matters On Saturday I went to Butlers to buy a few more mugs and bowls. I always liked these colourful mugs, but back when I had a flat in Düsseldorf I already had enough of such ...
day 127: abstract view Another picture that I took late at night after a day of trying to sort out things around the house. It shows the view from our bedroom window through the curtains. I like the patterns ...
day 126: at night Late at night I thought “Wait, I still have to take a picture!” and this is what came out of my efforts. The mug was handmade by my mother and I really like it, because ...
day 125: lost in translation These days I haven’t had much time to dance tango. It was all packing, moving out, moving in, buying and assembling furniture, the usual when you’re moving. My mum came to help us move the ...
day 124: packing skills Tuesday was the day before my mum came to help us move to our new flat. As a result we were packing quite a bit and so this picture came about. The rubber duck was ...
day 123: all that love I took this picture on the Christmas market next to the Gedächtniskirche after we signed the contract of our new big flat. It’s about double the size of my old flat and I really like ...
day 122: another photographer I’ve been thinking about this shot for a while, but obviously I needed a second camera to pull it off. Since Ezequiel is here with me at the moment, I could give the hot water ...
day 121: spikes These days I’ve been feeling a bit rough, so I just took pictures at home. Here I took a picture of a massage mat I have lying around. It’s rather crazy, since the spikes are ...
day 120: pure christmas spirit Yesterday we had two flat viewings. The second viewing was quite memorable actually: The owner apparently sits all day in his office on the ground floor looking at CCTV cameras waiting for people letting their ...
day 119: play Between rushing about to view flats, reading about tango, going to driving lessons I felt that I had little time to stop and take a picture. Only at night, in bed I finally picked my ...
day 118: snow With a quite different cultural background I cannot quite share everything with Ezequiel. He is Argentinian and although he learned German in school, he doesn’t understand most of it and he also can’t speak German. ...
