All posts tagged ‘Buchholz

Hiding in plain sight

When you come from a small town like I do, you assume that you have seen pretty much the entire place during your life there. So picture my surprise when I stumbled across an old railway turntable, stashed away in the woods close to our train station. Most people, as it turns out, have never […]

Here's to being there

In the long tradition of publicly whining about the pressures of university, I recently retreated to email when describing my current lifestyle to my dear friends as follows: If the toilet book was at hand, I’d draw myself with rainclouds over the head, one of them reading thesis, the other reading master. And though it […]