"You know what I've always wanted to tell you?" He looked at her expectantly from the doorframe.

Berlin in April - a photo story.

A poem.

This letter is for you. I write it with you in mind. But you will never read these lines. So, this letter is for me.

"Every pain is different. And every pain is felt differently." - A personal account.

A drawing.

'It might be nice to disappear, To see what is happening.'

A crow - as seen by India Wittmershaus.

A story of lost love and thinks gone wrong along the way.

A story about love and loss. Life and death. And a conversation with a strange at an airport.

There is an expression. Heimat.