A glimpse into my present from the year 1983 I painted this picture when I was 11 years old. The year 1983 is visible on the wall calendar. Luckily, my parents kept this childhood drawing, as well as many others – pictures on which I lovingly drew in great detail, using up countless felt-tip pens. This picture pleases me especially because it seems that back then, at the age of 11, I already knew what I wanted to do later in life - and what my living space might look like. An

How many people write how many people paint how many draw and suffer and create without numbers How many are hoping and waiting How many cease to be? How many will manage and start? to become and to appear How many fall and remain lying? How many are getting up again? how many cower to get and accept everything for it How many people always post? daily into the great flood ghosting, shining, shimmering in longing or anger Where do they want to arrive? In which kingdom, in whi

How much does a carpenter earn per hour? How much an electrician? How much a teacher, a waitress? Are there tips? Are there any additional payments? And why am I not using gender-inclusive language? ... So many questions! I'm a writer and I sell a 200-page ebook for €4.99 on Amazon. How many hours did I spend writing this novel in my Rodiwana saga? And how many people won't read it because it's more expensive than a €0.99 ebook? The new issue of Die Zeit (second week of May 2