My aunt Oli is not really my aunt. But as long as I can think back, aunt Oli was part of my life. Together with her husband, a watchmaker, she lived in a small studio apartment full of clocks. As I child I loved to visit her because in this small room, where they had to extend the couch every evening in order for the two of them to sleep on it, there was so much to watch that I could never get enough.Read More »
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Growing old is not for cowards
Every time I watch my parents, whose next big birthday will be the 80th, a funny feeling creeps over me. I love to have them and to return in their presence over and again to childhood because my mother complains every time that I don’t eat enough and my father’s instructions are still the same as 40 years ago.Read More »
Michaela Merz 