I happened to slide the spine of “The Wind-up Bird Chronicle” by Haruki Murakami out from the array of old books. Had I ever heard of him before? No. Was the cover of the book particularly appealing? No, it was merely a dark murky grey with a bright orange title. Well, I began to read. Did I know what was awaiting me deep inside the dusty pages of my first-ever Murakami? Not to be dramatic, but no, I had no idea what I would be faced with.

Biopics have always been around. Already as early as in the 1900s films like “Joan of Arc” and “The Story of the Kelly Gang” were being released and loved by the public. We have always been interested in the nitty gritty details of famous people. 

Summer is coming up pretty soon and we all want to go outside and enjoy the rare sunny weather of Berlin. But what to do?

The days following Christmas are always filled with excitement and a certain kind of thrill. The whole year we wait for this one magical night filled with food and presents. Maybe your Christmas is filled with only joy and love. Or maybe it's filled with screaming parents and slamming doors. Or maybe you don't celebrate Christmas at all.