Edgar is in my office and he makes a very down-trodden impression. For six months he has had a 12 years younger boss. Since then his job has no longer been enjoyable. In the beginning he enjoyed his new boss and his many ideas. Just like the saying “a breath of fresh air”. But it quickly became apparent that the new boss had many ideas, but his leadership qualities leave a lot to be desired.Read More »
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Helsinki by scooter
As a city Helsinki is spacious with wide streets and pedestrian paths. But what one can really envy about Helsinki are the cycling paths. Where there is path for pedestrians, there is also a path for cyclists. And the best way to explore a city one doesn’t know? By foot. Therefore I included in my luggage a collapsible pedal scooter. And honestly, that was exactly the right way to get around in this city. Read More »
Mountainbike
When the weather is fine, I like to go into the woods behind the house. I get on my bicycle and enjoy the smell, the fresh air, the shade and also the effort, when I pedal hard uphill, then flying down from the top of the hill to the bottom, when the wind whistles in my ears and I can keep up with the speed of the cars travelling down the hill.
If the day has been tiring or the anger too great, the weather doesn’t matter at all. I have to get out with my running shoes on my feet or on my mountain bike. Up the hill, sweating and out of breath. With every push on the pedals, the anger or frustration subsides and when I reach home again, I feel as if I have been reborn, a nice good-tempered person, who again values the world and all its creatures. One can say that for me movement is a psycho-hygiene, necessary to be able to cope with stressful and annoying events without damage. It also has fantastic side-effects, which, as far as health is concerned, are incalculable.Read More »
My name is Eugen
The serious side of life begins at 13. That seems to be the message in the new musical in the MAAG Halle. Out of a classic book an experienced team of authors has made an entertaining musical with a lot of humour and wonderful ideas. I had expected the audience to be full of pubescent teenagers, but that was wrong. Almost all were adults. Perhaps for many it is a glance back to their own youth, to their time in the primary school when the book “My name is Eugen” was compulsory reading. Read More »
We are approaching 100‘000 readers
I never quite understood, why you would set yourself a target based on numbers. A turnaround of 10 million or a profit of 2 million. That saying „only the first million is difficult to accomplish“, makes me so angry.Read More »
Leaving a tip in New York
It is not easy to find your way around the jungle of customs for leaving a tip in New York. As a European, I grew up thinking that if you receive a proper service, a tip is the acknowledgement for this effort. If the service was bad and the food barely eatable, there is no reason to tip. You will not come very far in New York with that mind-set. Well maybe you will, but you will provoke many uncomfortable encounters, you will be yelled at, threatened and you will feel rotten. I do not know if I am right, but based on my observations of the locals, I now have elaborated my strategy for tipping. Read More »
Trinkgeld in New York
Es ist nicht einfach, sich im Trinkgelddschungel von New York aus zu kennen. Ich als Europäerin bin in dem Verständnis aufgewachsen, dass wenn man eine gute Dienstleistung bekommt, gibt es ein Trinkgeld, quasi als Anerkennung für die Anstrengung. Wenn es ein miese Bedienung gibt und dazu noch ungeniessbares Essen, gibt es eben nichts. Read More »
Theft of a toilette at Pfreimd castle
During the holidays we slept in a village below the 1000 years old Pfreimd castle. It is a ruin but we could very well imagine how once knights rode on their horses into the court of the castle, how they had hunted around the castle and how they had celebrated in the large hall in the tower in front of an open fire. The most fascinating thing was a perfectly well preserved toilette. It was completely made from stone, a perfectly flat surface to sit on with a hole in it which many years ago ended deep below the castle. Read More »
Michaela Merz 