What do I call home? Not a place anymore. Perhaps a sentiment? An identity? A talent? A belief system?
We've got our whole world in our hands.We are gearing up to have it turned upside down and inside out.
The task before me was like trying to climb Everest on roller skates. Today was the moment of truth.
Although I would never trade my pani-puri or chai for a bratwurst and beer (well, for a Glühwein maybe); I love what living abroad has done for me.
Just when it seemed I was at my wit's (and tit's) end at the icy chill, Hamburg decided to smile down some colour.
I love being organized and planning ahead. But I also love the unexpected, the spontaneous and even the chaotic. There is a certain magic in doing things on the spur of the moment or just because.
As I bid a physical adieu to the remains of my father, I wish to answer a question many have asked me since he died. "What can I do to help?"