The doctor looks at me and smiles: „Don’t worry, it won’t be an invasive operation. We will only sedate you a bit, and…“ „Doctor Naderi, it’s just a dislocated shoulder! Why go for a full narcosis?“ I try to change my sitting position to improve my posture and underline my willingness to lead an impactful […]
Category: Other escapades
The Saudi Escapade #2
“This country has taught me two things, Michael.” My friend finishes her cuba libre, puts the empty glass on the table, and turns back to me. “First, how to experience truly everything and learn from it.” Normally, if I hear these words from an expat living abroad, I can’t help but to hear a scream […]
The Iranian Escapade #1
The young surgical assistant looks at me and thinks for a second, as if searching for the right words. He then smiles and excitedly says with a heavy Iranian accent: “This, uhh… Oxygen. Breathe!” Just before he pushes a breathing mask on my mouth, I manage to say a weak mersi (thank you), one of the […]
The Japanese Escapade #3
The piercing sound of the train crossing the bridge feels well mixed with the humming of the taxi engines and the light, playful melody of lights on the pedestrian crossings. Tokyo streets, thoroughly heated up by the blazing summer sun, are warming up the soles of my sneakers and I’m desperate to find a piece […]
The Saudi Escapade #1
Nadeem blurts out a storm of fast and angry Arabic. His toothpickesque 190cm height somehow adds to the weight of the words and the way how he squints his eyes clearly show, that he is not satisfied with the offered price. But the local merchant at whom the words are addressed seems to be unaffected. He […]
The Japanese Escapade #2
The three of us, Mr. Tanaka, my Japanese friend and me, are standing in the middle of the street somewhere in downtown Tokyo. After stuffing ourselves with one of the best yakitori (chicken skewers) I have had in years, we are discussing where to go next. A typical night would continue in a classic fashion – find […]
The Japanese Escapade #1
The first day went by like a summer breeze. No, not like the spring one which gently wraps around your face, stroking you gently on your cheeks, and kissing you a soft goodbye when going on to the next person. This felt like a short, intensive, yet luckily odourless fart into your face. More like whoaaaaa-what-was-that-and-where-has-it-gone. I […]