Michaela Merz


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Too much is too much (collecting mushrooms 2)


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI visited my mother in her house close to the German border in Bohemian Forest. At the beginning of September it was marvellous and in comparison to the cold and rainy Zurich simply wonderful. In the evening one could sit outside in the garden in T-shirt, during the day the sun was shining just as in midsummer and next to me my satisfied mother. All wishes fulfilled. Continue reading


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Encounter with an angel


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe rather sad summer continues with a rainy Saturday. I am on my way home and I am glad that it stopped raining. From the shrubbery a dog jumps out and shakes the water out which he probably got from the little stream. On the path is an elderly woman with a buggy but that one was empty. And suddenly from the thickest shrubbery a little blond angel with wellies, black leggings and an incredible smile crawls out. She is wet too but perhaps a little less than the dog. Continue reading


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Public Viewing – different setting


The monitors are everywhere, football is omnipresent. One cannot avoid it. On Saturday evening my older daughter prepared to watch the football match with Germany. She painted her face and was full of anticipation. My youngest one also would have liked to go to the city to watch the game but the broadcast was too late and he had to be in bed by that time. We nevertheless agreed to go to the city in the evening to see the masses of people celebrating in warm June weather. Continue reading


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Fighting melancholia


On Saturday morning, my youngest one (6 years old) came crawling into my bed. He had just woken up and was sad. Terribly sad. His best friend had moved to Germany. Maybe he will never see her again. He was in no mood for getting up and grieved for the loss. Continue reading


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Saturday night in the A&E department


Freedom of movement. The smell of the forest. Caress of the wind. The slight tension of the muscles. The exhausting climb of the mountain. I drive through the forest with my mind free and feel very well. It is a liberating, generous feeling of getting lost in time. I am less than 15 minutes away from my home. There is only one downhill route and then I am home. Slightly exhausted and very satisfied. Continue reading