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Cat Album #09 – I Thought “Around Freezing”… Turns Out It Was Fahrenheit
I was genuinely puzzled today. I look at the weather station—and it supposedly shows something around the freezing point. Not nice, but manageable. And yet outside it feels like the air is wringing your lungs out. Even though I’m only doing this short route: apartment → barn → apartment. No walk. No adventure. Just over there, checking, Read more
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Cat Album #08 – Minus Seven. Stove Time. And Cat Supervision.
It’s 10 p.m. now. Tonight won’t be as brutal as the other day. I’m only a few kilometers from Moscow—and it’s supposed to be “just” minus seven degrees. Just. But I don’t want the cats to be cold again. I still remember exactly the night when the fire went out. How Adi Read more
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Cat Album #07 – Sunday Afternoon Movie Time with Marla’s Army
Today at 12 noon it goes live. A video we’ll watch together—with Marla’s Army. And since I don’t just talk to people, but also to my two roommates in exile, I of course told Adi and Minna long ago. They don’t understand every word. But they immediately understand when something is “coming up.” And today, something is coming up Read more
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Cat Album #06 – Almost 9:30. Reading Aloud in Exile.
It’s almost 9:30 again. The day is done. The animals are taken care of. And at some point you realize: it’s not the body that’s tired. It’s the mind. I’m sitting in the room, the light is warm, and I’m holding a book. No big drama. No “saving the world.” Just a book. And then it happens Read more
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Cat Album #05 – *The Weavers*: The Shroud of the Federal Republic of Germany
It’s almost half past ten in the morning. Weekend. The animals are taken care of—the cows, the sheep. The barn is calm. Only the old wood creaks, and from the stove comes that kind of warmth that isn’t polished, but honest. And then I’m sitting there. At the loom. A historical piece, heavy, rough, like it’s from a time when people still Read more
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Cat Album #04 – Almost 9 p.m. Outside: −15 Degrees.
It’s almost 9 p.m. And sometimes that’s the hour when you realize: the day is over—but your head isn’t. I’m already lying in bed. The laptop is on the small bedside table. My ThinkPad is open, as if there were still something that needs to be done. But outside, tonight it’s going to get cold again Read more
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Cat Album #03 – 4:30 a.m., Wild Feed and Mice Are Beneath One’s Dignity
This morning, to be honest, I was still half asleep when the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. And as always, it didn’t go like this: I wake up and slowly come to my senses. No. Adi and Minna were there immediately. Up on the bed. Very close. The familiar routine: “Get up.” “Now.” “Food.” And it’s really fascinating: they don’t pay attention to, Read more
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Cat Album #02 – 9 p.m., Straight Eggnog and Two Black Inspectors
Last night it was already 9 p.m. when I finally got around to making myself my little glass of eggnog. For me, this isn’t “drinking.” It’s a ritual. Eggnog in coffee. A bit of warmth. A bit of calm. The way others light a candle or start some kind of wellness routine. Only: I was too late. The coffee was gone. The Read more
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Cat Album #01 – Morning Caviar Inspection
Yesterday morning was one of those mornings that should have started out calm—and then suddenly there are two black shadows sitting next to you, as if they had an official assignment. Adi first. The big one. Heavy as a firm opinion. He sits down and doesn’t look at me—but at the breakfast. Minna comes next. The skinny one. Alert. Precise. She pretends to, Read more