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Do it with PASSION or not at all

Welcome to my small world!

This is my Ground Zero. After Google announced to kill Google Plus (or G+), which was my social universe, my creative spot to present my photo collections, my blogging home and my place to discuss and learn with and from other people, I had to rethink my online strategy. Social networks are not critical as long as you are not a content creator. If you are only consuming stuff from others, there is no problem if the platform shuts down as you can just move on to the next big thing. But for me, it is different…

“No centralized (social) regime will deny me access to my own content in the future. This is my own place, my own pocket universe.”

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Recent Posts

The Quiet Shape of a Father

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Three years after his death, I finally found the words to write about my father. Not as an engineer, though he was a brilliant and respected one, but as a quiet, dignified man whose love of nature, steadiness, and way of looking at the world shaped my own life far more deeply than I understood at the time. This is a remembrance, and in its own way, a thank-you.

The Annual Green Bay Super Bowl Prophecy

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Every spring, the NFL performs its little theatre of hope, and I perform my part with great dignity and no measurable restraint. The Green Bay Packers draft someone promising, sign someone intriguing, or merely produce a training-camp clip of mild beauty, and I enter the WhatsApp group with the only reasonable conclusion: Super Bowl. It is not delusion. The trophy is named after Vince Lombardi. We are simply asking for the family silver to be returned.

When we said: “We’ll get Max!”

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As children, we did not need comic-book superheroes. We had our own. In our corner of the Zürcher Oberland, the ultimate name was Max Wolfensberger, a figure of almost mythical strength, borrowed from the adult world and transformed into childhood legend. Only many years later did I discover the real man behind the name, and with that discovery came not disillusionment, but a deeper tenderness for both him and the beautiful innocence of those early years.