Every morning, whilst the coffee brews and the kids argue over who gets the last Weetabix, I plan my escape.
Romanian by birth, German by formation, British by location and paperwork. Essays about fear as a product, about leaving and arriving, and about the route that gets taken instead of the one that gets planned.
The Scotland Route
a book, in instalments- 00 The Scotland Route Every morning, whilst the coffee brews and the kids argue over who gets the last Weetabix, I plan my escape.
- 01 The product is fear I want to tell you about the morning I caught myself.
- 02 I am the immigration problem I am nine, and I do not speak a word of German.
- 03 The orange Opel Rekord I was eight years old, standing at a bus stop in Ploiești, the first time the West pulled over and turned out to be for me.
- 04 This has happened before The end of the world has been rescheduled more times than a British train.
- 05 The route inward The route I plan in the morning goes north. The route I take, when I am being honest, goes inward, and it is shorter, and the traffic is better.
- 06 What I tell the kids The kids are five and three, give or take, by the time this book is in print. They will not read it for at least a decade.
- 07 Still here tomorrow Scotland will still be there tomorrow.
Off the route
essays that are not part of the book- Not enough footage A glacier came off a mountain on Wednesday and killed people on both sides of the Nepal-Tibet border.
- Proud of What I Did Not Build On the twenty-fifth of August the German President gave the first speech from his new offices at the Spreebogen, shortly before the Saxony-Anhalt election, at an event with the gentle title Zuhause in Deutschland.