Louise Jacobs was born into wealth and fortune. She had everything a girl could dream of.
A happy childhood, a wealthy family and parents that only want the best for Louise. But she goes down […]
“Moritz, you cry too much,” Erich said as he walked with me through the Tiergarten on our way to Potsdamer Platz. It was a day of the week, I often forgot which one. I […]
Man nehme zum Dichten:
eine Weile, Feder, Stift und Feile
streiche die Saite,
spähe in die Weite
und warte lange Stunden.
Bald rührt sich der Vers im Unterholz.
Es knacken und brechen die Zweige
s’ist die Idee
die sich aus dem […]
Steal my kisses
Then you will know
What I would so like to know.
Where will you find them
What is it,
I am vacant.
I would give you my sight
To live from the vision of you
Give me your smell
I sauntered past the campaign poster on a house front that begged someone, anyone, to “Save my Prussia! Vote for ticket 2 the German National Party” and watched a ragged figure stir under a […]
Even at the age of 22, Louise Jacobs could not remember the name of her paternal grandmother. She also couldn’t say where her maternal grandmother had been born. “North German farmers”, her father always […]