Category Archives: Autobiographical

Ich bin

Ich bin vierunddreißig Jahre alt. Ich bin Ausländer. Ich bin Arbeitsscheuer. Ich bin Amateur. Ich bin heiß und ich bin kalt. Ich bin hier und da. Ich bin Sozialist. Ich bin Kommunist. Ich bin Anarchist. Ich bin Antifa. Ich bin … Continue reading

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Wieso Antifa?

Back in January I got to see my favourite German band gig, courtesy of an Xmas present from my fiancé. A ‘Spaß-punk’ band called Wizo, they were formed the year I was born – so they’ve been around for a … Continue reading

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Resolutions for 2019

Duolingo once a day Write/transcribe a piece to this blog at least once per week Construct my own ‘Leftist Calendar’, with important events, births & deaths Create a list of ‘people to remember’; revolutionaries, role models, heroes Try to learn … Continue reading

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The Trickling Sads of Time

With every passing second, we grow further from our birth and closer to our demise. There’s an upbeat thought for you. From the age we are first able to create memories, we are building a tail – a tail of … Continue reading

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We’ll always have Madrid… Here’s looking at you, Professeur

All things come to an end. All that is solid melts into air. We know this. Yet, sometimes, the end is still shocking, sudden, and sad. My father died suddenly when I was 22. Arséne Wenger, when he leaves the … Continue reading

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Sporadic Emotional Break

A bloke with “Workers of the World Unite” emblazoned on his t-shirt sits in a stairwell, sipping tea & occasionally nibbling a pecan danish, because he is too frightened of his fellow workers to countenance having lunch in the office … Continue reading

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First Fight

In Junior and Senior infants, we weren’t allowed to bring drinks out to the yard during break time. Why? I had no idea. Still don’t. Possibly something to do with litter. Judging from the emphasis in Primary School, litter was … Continue reading

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