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Why I have never posted an outfit before

If I had to name my style, it would be called minimal chic. I simply love neat, petite clothes in black, white or grey – usually worn with jeans*. But isn’t ‚minimal‘ just code for ‚boring‘? As my friend J. says; if you don’t want to do something, you’ll find an excuse. „My clothes aren’t that exciting“ was one of my excuses to never post an outfit on A HUNGRY MIND. I’m just not a fashion blogger. People won’t buy that. And there are no interesting ‚first times‘ in fashion, anyway. When ABOUT YOU, one of my favourite online shops, mailed me for a cooperation, I finally had to be honest with myself. I loved the clothes. So why did I still hesitate to do a fashion post? The truth is: I was scared. Because I have been laughed at before. Continue Reading

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#AHMfirsttimes in February

What an amazing end to February! We get one extra day this year, and when I went for a walk at the port on the Sunday that would normally have been the last day of the month, I couldn’t help but inhale the feeling that is my personal spring feeling. The sun was incredibly bright, and even though it was cold there was a lightness in the air which I had missed for months on end. So, today, I made a point of walking the short distances between our office building and the IT department without a jacket, just because I could. I was obviously still freezing, but it didn’t even compare to the cold before. And so begins my favourite season. I can’t wait for my first spring in Hamburg!
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#Featuring Lea: Alone at the cinema

Remember that bucket list of mine? Today I get to tick off one more box: I’m publishing the very first guest post on A HUNGRY MIND. So excited! I proudly present you a piece by Lea, who is a friend, a colleague, a kitchen goddess (check out her blog) and, more often than not, the life of the party. And she is talking about one more weird thing to do in order to get out of your comfort zone: Going to the cinema alone. Continue Reading

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#AHMfirsttimes in January

Glück und Selig Eimsbüttel

I hate the concept of New Year’s Eve. It’s the insane pressure to make this one night amazing that will always guarantee disappointment. It will give you the feeling that eating at home, hugging one of your friends a few seconds after midnight and going to bed at 2, alone, might just not be enough to light the spark that will set the new year completely on fire. To be honest, I never really win on New Year’s Eve and I doubt that many people do. Still, I can’t help but feel a bit excited and hopeful when the new year is just around the corner. Continue Reading

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2016: The ultimate #AHMfirsttimes bucket list

Looking back at 2015, I can only say that I was incredibly lucky. There’s only one or two things that I miss, and many more that I already have. I am lucky to have so many friends who always stay, no matter how many kilometres we are apart or how little we get to see each other, I am privileged to live in the city I chose, and I am proud that my hard work and determination got me the job I always wanted. Still, I am constantly craving change. I find it hard to stand still… Continue Reading

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#AHMfirsttimes in December

„With those jeans, you should be glad you’re not being raped,“ a 16-year-old boy says to a pretty blonde girl at the tube station. It’s 3 a.m. on the 5th of December. „OY!“ I holler, positioning myself next to her seat. Pimple face looks at me and laughs. „Oy, curly head!“ I raise my eyebrows and my voice: „What do you want?“ More laughter – of course. „He’s had too much to drink,“ another teenage girl tells me apologetically, obviously embarassed by her friend’s behaviour. She makes him get up and leads him away from the blonde, who looks shaken. It’s the first time that I felt I had to stand up for someone else in public. Continue Reading

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Why you should get to know them #refugeeswelcome

It’s Sunday before Christmas. Today, I am meeting A., a refugee from Iraq. I got to know him on Tinder, right before I gave up on the app as a dating opportunity. A. has been living in Hamburg for 3 months. His profile says he is looking to make new friends. He tells me that his family is still in Bagdad and he’s quite uncomfortable at the refugee home where he shares a room with people who like to drink. A. doesn’t drink, although many muslims do. He’s very friendly, asking for my favourite colours or TV shows to watch in German. He’s eager to learn. We switch from English to German and back. Every day, he shows me what he learned in his German class, never really proud of himself although he should be. He shows me how to spell my name in Arabic. After a week, we’ve got our first inside jokes. He asks when he’ll get to meet me, but he doesn’t push. I’ve got a stressful two weeks at work, but eventually, I really want to get to know him in person. When I go to meet him, I take my pepper spray. Continue Reading