One of my childhood dreams (besides being Indiana Jones) was to become a pilot and see the world. (And wear a cool uniform). This year this dream came true. Well kind of. I did fly a plane. Ok, yes, it was in a flight simulator. But I also had the chance to spend some time…
Ok, let’s be honest. I really hoped it would be true. Because somehow it would have been really funny. And cool. And I was really looking forward to seeing this. But, as often with stories, which sound toooo good to be true, it’s not true. Too bad. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Oh,…
First: This post is meant to be funny. Funny like in “haha” or “hehe”. If you don’t think it’s funny it doesn’t matter. But please don’t take this too seriously. So, you know I’ve been to South Africa. And well, you know I do speak English quite well. Kind of. BUT I’ve never heard of…
I remember thinking to myself “Dude, did this bitch really just spit on me? Or is it starting to raining?” These thoughts were quickly followed by “Gosh, it looks like a cobra!?” …And then I was running…. Yes, it’s kind of true what the others said the next morning: I’m kind of like Snow White,…
While I’m just getting goose bumps, not because it’s so exciting at the moment, but because a cold wind is blowing through the window into my Berlin apartment, I’m sitting here. And still can’t believe my South African adventure is over yet. And because I still need to digest that, especially as I nearly got killed by a cobra, all you get today are some impressions. To daydream, to say oh and sigh.
