Geschichten aus Kalifornien

Manchmal reicht es mir nicht mehr, journalistisch zu verarbeiten, was ich als Reporterin erlebe. Deshalb schreibe ich hier hier Gedanken, Beobachtungen und Gefühle jenseits der Berichterstattung auf. Es ist ein Experiment, das mir viel Spass und manchmal Angst macht. Aber es heisst ja, man soll raus aus der Komfortzone.

Art Walk - Mar Vista, CA

Here Comes The Magic:
Hip Hop, Rap, and cotton candy
Bodypaint, accordeon
Moonlight in dark alley puddles
Smiles and hugs and dancing bodies
Tacos, ice cream, sugar cone
This night on Mar Vista sideways
None of us will be alone
LOVE Mar Vista Art Walk. 

Fanny Mendelssohn - Culver City, CA

I would have never thought to ever encounter the music of Fanny Mendelssohn in a Culver City home, but here I was, at Angela Thompson's house listening to the swelling piano notes in her living room with concert pianist Violeta Petrova at the piano and soprano Elif Savas singing Fanny's lieder.  I am a novice regarding classical music, but even I can tell: this woman was a musical genius. And so it is rather upsetting ...

Public Library - Culver City, CA

bookscrop

First there is the call: your books have arrived and are ready for pick up. Then there is the walk towards the library's book shelves looking for my name. Sometimes I have forgotten what I ordered. Most of the times, I am really excited because I know what is waiting for me: a poet I want to discover, a first time female novelist I hope to learn from, a self improvement book to finally teach me how to find my real inner voice. And use it.

Today FOUR books were waiting for me! I picked up one more on the way out....

Coyote - Playa Vista, CA

"The coyote is a teacher of hidden wisdom with a sense of humor."
"A trickster and a jokester in Native American folklore, using deception and humor to rebel against social conventions"

"Coyotes Active In This Area" warns a sign at the side of the path close to our neighborhood. I came to stretch my legs and get my blood pumping after too many hours in front of a computer.

Are coyotes cowering behind bushes watching me walk by? Are solitary animals howling from these hills at night? If the traffic noise rising from the streets below would stop, would I hear woofs and growls, huffs, barks, yelps and whines? I look around ...