Mit “Ariella und das Mondpferd” erscheint mein zweites Buch: Eine Novelle über ein Kleines Mädchen und die Sehnsucht nach der Freiheit. Immer zum Neumond bekommt die kleine Ariella Besuch von einem mysteriösen goldschimmernden Wildpferd. Sie erkennt in dem Tier ihren eigenen verzweifelten Wunsch nach Freiheit und Akzeptanz. In dem Versuch ihre Wünsche und Träume an

SPIEL DEIN LEBEN – “Spieglein, Spieglein in der Hand” Mit meinem Workshop „Spieglein, Spieglein in der Hand“ helfe ich Teenagern in spannenden unkonventionellen Tagesseminaren spielerisch und mit Hilfe von sensorischer Schauspielarbeit weg von der Überforderung der Digitalisierung und hin zu einem lebendigen, achtsamen und selbstbestimmten Leben zu finden. Weil die Jugend Visionen braucht und ein

„Politics is still developing the skill to walk while science is running to safe our lives.“ Back to the middle east, back to Palestine, beloved Bethlehem. I find myself like I’ve never been away. With different stories to remember and return to but just like it has been a blink of an eye since I

Hebron called me back and I was wise enough to listen   Hebron – The City of Angels (Part 2) It’s very likely that you will meet at least one of Hebron’s Angels when spending time there. Because the density of Angels in Herbon is especially high. Maybe because the circumstances require it. 

„We often tell our stories a hundred times. We love to drown in our own drama and the compassion that we receive from listeners but we will never leave the cage. We have set it up comfortably.“   Ascending from the cage of our stories – Ashtar Theatre International Youth Festival, Ramallah (Palestine) This years

„Life sometimes seems to be like a crazy paper chase. We just need to be adventurous enough to follow the hints“ Getting a Chance where Chances are rare – The “Freedom” of being an artist Some people attach being an artist to the idea of being free, making your own decisions, traveling with the wind

  „I’m busy with finding my eyes again. I’m still looking through yours“  New Eyes – A love letter to Bethlehem „Sabah al Kheir! Kyf halak?“ – My arabic isn’t that good yet, but the vendor at Dawoods Falafel Place at Manger Square smiles friendly at me and hand me over my favorite Breakfast –

“In the beginning there was just him and me and the universe and Bethlehem, a magical little town somewhere in the land of dust and narratives.   And there were his eyes. Eyes like a prison. The prison of a boy caged in his grown up body. The prison of a soul, surrounded by the