“Nicht tätowiert sein ist das neue Tätowiertsein” sagte einer unserer Dozenten im November. Und tatsächlich: Wenn ich mich so in meinem sozialen Umfeld umsehe, drängen sich mir ähnliche Gedanken auf. Wo das Nichttattoo zum Statement wird, muss man sich schon überlegen, ob man für alle Zeiten mit diesem Statement brechen will. Bekanntlich hat unsere Generation auch Entscheidungs- und Bindungsschwierigkeiten – und so ein erstes Tattoo ist unter Umständen sogar noch endgültiger als, gasp, die nächste Beziehung. Ich für meinen Teil habe es mir fünf Jahre überlegt. Und letztendlich beschlossen: Is mir egal, was Mainstream ist. Vor drei Tagen saß ich also endlich, aber auch durchaus ängstlich auf diesem großen schwarzen Stuhl bei One Tattoo Please in Wilhelmsburg, um mir mein erstes kleines Kunstwerk in die Haut stechen zu lassen.
Wie du in 10 Schritten versehentlich zu deinem ersten Tattoo kommst, obwohl du dir eigentlich gar nicht vorstellen kannst, deine jungfräuliche Haut mit einer Nadel anzurühren, erfährst du jetzt. weiterlesen
How long does it take to fall in love? To me, love has always been a matter of consideration, something to think about, weighing the pros and cons, the timing, the chances. Thinking and overthinking, I never quite seemed to realize that I already was – falling. Later, I would look back and find that it never was the thinking, not the actual, objective reasons that made me; it was the first moment. It’s a raised hand in a seminar, an unexpected face on my doorstep, it’s a hand shake in a dark bar. It’s the feeling that someone you didn’t know you were waiting for, just burst through the front door. I never expected to fall in love. Except when I came to Hamburg. weiterlesen
It’s Wednesday night and I’m starting to write this article about an amazing Turkish restaurant I’ve discovered last week. When I type in the name of the place, I am suddenly reminded. I am reminded that, in the light of recent events, “peace” sounds like mockery – once again. I wonder if I should postpone the article, if it would be more decent not to mention Istanbul and peace in one sentence today, when yesterday, people were killed there. Then again, I am convinced that the owners of the Turkish restaurant in Hamburg did not call their place ‘Peacetanbul’ just because it sounded funny to them. I believe that, especially in days where terror threatens to become more powerful, we should stick together and remind ourselves that terror is not, and never will be, the same as nation or religion. And wouldn’t the world be a much better place, if more people sat together at one table? weiterlesen
When my friend Susi and I go out, we usually find ourselves amidst an unexpected assembly of couples only. I swear, we’re not doing it on purpose – but somehow we always end up having a non-romantic romantic date and/or laughing at lovebirds who start fighting over who eats too much popcorn. Last Friday was no exception – except that we knew what was waiting for us. And we got so much more! We had an amazing Italian dinner on a boat in Hamburg. weiterlesen
How does it feel to see a person with breasts and a penis? What do male and female even mean? Is there an in-between or is there every shade? How do you adress the more uncommon shades? And isn’t it wrong to make them a show for the mainstream, who will goggle at the seemingly ‘mismatched’ body parts of strangers? I cannot answer these questions. I can only say that the first travesty show I saw was about a lot more than just breasts+penis and, at the same time, a lot more light-hearted than any meticulous gender debate. weiterlesen
“What kind of music are you looking for?” “Electro?” My Austrian friend Irina gives the doorman one of her coquettishly broad smiles. “It’s techno tonight.” Um, alright. So this is how I got to know Hamburg’s famous nightclub Uebel & Gefaehrlich. weiterlesen
At some point, we’ve all been guilty: Eating in bed or on the couch, dangerously balancing the plate or sitting cross-leggedly, bending over it. But have you ever been invited to sit like that in a restaurant? At a table? This week, I’ve had my first cross-legged lunch and also my first Tyrolean goulash at Marend Restaurant in Hamburg. weiterlesen