When Our Laughs Were Genuine

The laugh at the end is so infectious and it rings so true, after just having recited some Latin in the ruins of Leptis Magna. This despite the fact that Rudi Vranckx is a war correspondend and that he is reporting about the fight against ISIS in Lybia at that moment and shortly before he and his team had attended the funeral of a young man, who had fought against ISIS.

No Hesitation

lest it is intrinsic.

And that is about the hardest part: "..., but the words have never been said or thought by any actor before."

The Comfort of Strangers

...can be supportive some times. First I had to comfort him a little bit for I had bought a video from him via amazon's marketplace and amazon had been threatening him since he did not respond immediately to their emails. I told him that he would get a five star feedback if my purchase arrived in a reasonable amount of time, which could be up to two or three weeks. Then I was really glad to have somebody with whom I could communicate for a while, somebody who would tell me things about his life as a gardener in Oxford and me being able to discuss some of my wilder thoughts and ideas with him - an accidental penpalship.

The strangest request I ever got though, was when it still was possible on ebay to contact other members directly: A woman wondered if I was interested in a photograph of Anton Walbrook's grave since she had noticed that I was interested in him. I replied by sending her a photograph of the grave featuring a friend of mine and taken by Kevin Brownlow. In the end this resulted for both of us in a quite extensive collection of Walbrook's movies on DVD.

Strange

Why is it that when some muscles at my rear are aching when I make certain moves and the pain emenates even down to my leg, this makes me strangely happy, forcing me to smile kind of insanely, like maybe the slight pain reminding one that one is still gloriously alive.

Sehnsucht

- "die Krankheit des schmerzlichen Verlangens/ the disease of painfully longing"

And there is nothing as painful as longing for your home, where there are the people you care for and the people who care for you. And more painful yet to sit on the wrong side, the right one, of the river Rhine and watching across, being so close that only the water seperates one from the land of dreams and knowing at the same time that one has to return to Westphalia again.

Appearance and Demeanour

doesn' depend on what you are wearing, at least not in the more interesting people.

Insolence

the creative process