There is this little smile, shy but secured because of the glass wall in-between. It is like her parents are protecting her fragile childhood. So, this little Indian girl can grow and ripe and getting prepared for the future. The glass wall will be disappearing more and more. She will get into contact […]
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Aren’t they wonderful? Three pieces of art. But what is art? When it hangs or stands in the museum? Or when it is exposed to the public in a school building? Being an artist is another discussion. Where does “being an artist” begin? When someone dresses, behaves like an artist? When someone creates an […]
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There are pictures, and there are stories. I look at the picture and I see the story, which wants to be told. I am standing with my naked feet in the sand on the beach. It is a very early morning. Nobody is already up. It is this time between the times: between being […]
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It is a rainy day; school is off. The kids are playing, but not playing together; rehearsing a own play to invite their mothers to come and see. They close the shutters because there has to be special light. They organize popcorn and syrup. They write an invitation card for theirs mums; they even […]
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There are colors everywhere in India. I love it and I often find color combinations, which I had never dreamt of in Europe. Wherever I walk, I’d love to take pictures and catch those colors. They are smiling at your face and you cannot do anything but smiling too. Here in Europe, everything is […]
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Children don’t need a lot. A hot noodle soup in a tiny Tibetan restaurant in India makes them more than happy. Back in Switzerland, it is much more difficult. There are so many more things. There is a school friend who has got his own iPhone; there is another friend who has his own […]
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Green isn’t the color I like very much. But when I saw this lamp in India, I changed my mind. It doesn’t often happen that I change my mind. I like to stick to the things I am used to. Since years I keep this painted wooden elephant from India in my kitchen, the […]
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They play around; they have big fun. The little one grew up in India, the older one in Switzerland. The one speaks Tibetan, the other one Swiss German. Both know a few words in English but not much. The little one is living in a boarding school in Dharamsala, the older goes to a […]
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Three weeks in India, four weeks back in Switzerland: four weeks of school, homework, getting up at times when one likes to sleep. Tough times. But there are all the memories of our traveling in India. Memories of rich experiences, of living two days in an Indian train, meeting so many different people, playing […]
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I am standing here and looking into the future. It is an open space. There are no frontiers; there are no roads. I am thinking and hoping for bright colors. It is bluish and watery. There are no images; there are no sketches. I am crying and following my disordered feelings. It is high […]
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