
I dont really know, what normal life means for me. When I am busy propably… Right know, I am trying to figure out, what belongs to my normal life, and what not. That is difficult. In fact, I hate any kind of „normal“, what ever that means. Normal sounds boring. But sometimes I need some boreness, just to calm down and to overthink.

What is happening here? What do I really need? What do I want? Time is short and I definetly want too much. So I have to sort out from time to time. I can not be everywhere. I have to focus. And when I want to focus on more, I need to live with the fact, that it wont become that great. But this is how life goes. We only have 100% that we can split somehow.

Right know I am just happy. Satisfied in a way. Even when I look at the news. But I feel that I have some place inside me. And in cologne. In this world. I have a right to be and to exist. And I try my best. I am selfish, arrogant, hard and emotional. But what the fuck. I am ok.
I love my life. My normal and my unnormal one.

I have so much good, nice and lovely people in my life, that makes me feel like that. I experience so much power. We have the power to change this world. When we believe and support each other.

PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER: not money, governments or companies.


Warum? Terror, Flüchtlinge und das Märchen von den bösen Menschen überall. Manipulation der Masse. Mehr ist das nicht. Seit dem Elften September 2001 versuchen Staaten systematisch die Rechte der Bevölkerung einzuschränken, um die Macht zu sichern, denn sie wissen, eine aufgebrachte Masse ist nicht zu stoppen.










Wenn ich sauer bin, dann hasse ich schnell alles und jeden um mich herum. Meine Psychotante meint, ich müsse meinen Kampfmodus verlassen. Nagut. Probier ich mal. Vielleicht nicht ganz so arrogant und besserwisserisch zu sein? ODER








