When I was an art student, I drove a taxi at night time to earn my money. How to meet people with bad Socks It was a tough job, night time in a big city can be dangerous and a cabby has to keep his ears and eyes open to know what’s up, and who’s playing up […]
The Portrait Photographer
“Ethel? Well, that’s a nice name — old as wood,” Said Rebecca. “My parents wanted a daughter with a woody sounding name, I suppose.” said Ethel. Rebecca placed a tripod at one end of the room, then attached her camera to the top plate. She looked through the viewfinder at an empty chair. The chair […]
Wolfe’s Unpaid Beer Tab
Bottled beers, one cup of red wine, and a mug of fizzy drink were raised around the open fire. Those present, clinked their glass bottles, and the mug made a thudding noise, “To Wolfe, may he rest in peace!”. Somebody picked up the cheap looking urn and unscrewed the lid, “Let’s do this now, we […]
Fallen Lovers and Two Shots
The city is like a forest, when I want it to be. Other times, it can be a maze of dark and dangerous streets. It is always intriguing, it doesn’t have to be “nice” to be intriguing. A place is always as much as you want it to be, it is a mixture of experience, […]
The Turkish Baker of Zossener Strasse
There are stories in the streets of Kreuzberg, many of them already erased by the wind. Many, lie sleeping in the Bergmannkiez Cemetery. Some stories persist. They can’t go away or be swept up on the wind. These stories come alive each day in the actions of the people of Kreuzberg. They are truths. Autumn […]