Saturday, August 31, 2013


This is in Holešovice, Prague.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

palm tree

We replanted the palm tree.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Trip to the castle

Thursday, August 22, 2013


It was actually my first hiking trip with Domi, all the way up just the two of us. I enjoyed the late summer feeling in the air. Before bedtime I asked him if he liked our trip. He said he did not remember it anymore. Oh, actually, he said, I liked the tower and the cafe there and the store with postcards. He asked me to write something on a postcard he bought there and pretend I sent it to him. So I did. And he jammed it a little and folded so that it looked like it traveled the world.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

So summery, omg

The last one: my parents and my brother. I looked at some old pictures at my parent's house. I like the oldest ones. They don't seem to be real. This is around 1970.

Other than that: The little guy went and was catching butterflies on a meadow above the town. So cute. Today he made a sling shot. His granddaddy (in the picture) was telling him about the one he had had as a kid. It was the little guy's day long project. First dreaming, then annoying parents with a constant asking for it, then going to the wood and looking for a good branch, then making it. My dad made it. And guess what, today they were selling pieces of rubber on the square, just for sling shots. Are they still around or how come?

The smoke there on the picture is a steam coming from the forests after rain, of course.

Monday, August 12, 2013


This morning I had to buy a mushroom, a hair band, a basket and a clay head that the little guy had made during the art course, I had to buy all of this from the little guy who made up a devil plan on how to earn some money so that he could buy a sugar glider toy that he had seen in a Zoo and I did not get it for him, so he made up a plan and set a little shop in his room this morning before we even opened our eyes and came in the bedroom and whispered that we were going to buy his stuff. I laid and tried to sort out my mixed up feelings, shall I say What do you mean, buy, or: No, forget it, or: You know honey, is it a good idea, or: I'll get you your sugar glider, or: Fun, how much is this? Even his little bed was for sale but no one bought it. So I sad: Fun, how much .... He made 32 crowns on me and 10 crowns on his daddy who got a watercolour. So I suggested to the little guy that he can set up a shop with his cousins at his grandad's house, in the front door and they can try to sell their little paintings and dinkies and necklaces to passersby. I will see what the parents of the cousins will say, they will probably say: Forget it, what do you mean, a store?