Raindrops on my door steps
Clouds in the sky
Waking up to a beautiful day in Southern California
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. /p>
At a South Los Angeles High School
I was heading to the first volunteer session for one of my favorite writing programs expecting a few fun hours spent with students. Our task was to prepare them for interviews with elders from their families and later support them in writing stories about what they heard.
I figured that this assignment would be easy for me. I prepared a thousand interviews in my reporter life. At least! So I could not wait to meet the students and hear the stories they were about to collect.
The task turned out to be very different from what I had expected. Not only had I completely forgotten that most teenagers find it anything but exciting to sit down with their parents or grandparents for an intimate interview. I also had not thought about the possibility that some of these children do not really have an elder in their family to interview ...
This year has been full of new adventures for me, so many and so exciting adventures that I sometimes forgot to update this blog and write about them.
But I absolutely do not want to end this year without mentioning one of my favorite experiences of 2017: volunteering for the non-profit 826LA, which supports students finding their voices, telling stories in their own words and finding the confidence within themsleves to create the stories of their life.
"When The Moon Is Up" is one of the books they created during the year. I was lucky enough to support a few students at Alan LeRoy Locke College Preparatory Academy for this project and am happy to share some of their experiences here.
Thank you Myke Dodge Weiskopf for the mix!
Happy New Year! Go and tell your stories!
In my early years as reporter I loved one assignement most: taking an Ü-Wagen (a mobile studio) on the road and talking with people wherever I met them, from kids at a newly open ice rink to dancing Techno-Music fans at the Berlin Love Parade. I have been dreaming of getting my own mobile studio ever since.
Now I have come one step closer to making this dream a reality: at the last Mar Vista ArtWalk I set up my first 'Story Shack' in the middle of all the wonderful happenings of artists painting, bands playing, DJs spinning tunes, businesses offering special deals and the community enjoying a night out to meet their neighbors.
The shack could not have been more beautiful: A vintage 1965 Airstream owned by great friends, decked out with psychedelic decoration and of course my recorder and microphone. All night long people joined me inside to tell their stories. SO FUN! Here are a few of the stories they told of love, gun shots, a punk show and the perfect first day in Mar Vista
I remember when I first came to Los Angeles as a reporter for German public radio, my first assignment were the Oscars. I reported about diamond studded shoes on the red carpet, gift bags, glitz and glam, poolside junkets under palm trees. A few weeks later I was on Skid Row, homeless capital of Los Angeles. Wow! It was like enering a different universe!