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London 2011Would you have thought that I write poetry?

1 January 2011 was the day I started my first blog. At that time I hardly knew what blogging meant I knew I liked poetry. So I put myself out there for the first time and a few of my lovely Twitter friends commented and liked it.

I told my coach that I really enjoyed writing and working with words. She gave me a book about the therapeutical effects of writing (“Schreib es Dir von der Seele”) which also contained writing assignments. One of the writing assignments lead me to my first short story. It was in German and did not really have a good structure. More like a diary written from different Point of Views (PoV). In my last year at my former employer I asked my manager for an English coach. One of the main reasons was that I wanted to work on my writing skills, improve email communications and learn new words. The sessions with Ian were delightful. He motived me to plunge back into grammar and vocabulary building. (I thought I did not have to study English grammar anymore after my university but reality is that English as a foreign language is tough. The devil as always is in the detail.). Once again, I started a new blog. This time with topics related to my work. It was the beginning of the Global People Transitions blog (different format, but similar style).

In 2012 I quit my job as a Global Mobility Leader and started my company. I went to India for six weeks to celebrate the transition into my new entrepreneurial life and to see a part of the world that I had not visited since my work assignment in 2006. It was a fantastic journey and very different from my former life.

A lot of friends had asked me if I would blog about my India experience but this journey was a very personal one and full of small stories that I can only share with Nadja L., my roommate of four weeks North and South India. I started to write down a few incidents in the style of a story. I intended a short story but the short story ended up having the size of a novella and the people who read it thought the end could not be the end. So I continued writing as a hobby, when I was traveling or on a boring Sunday afternoon. I felt like back in the days when I was a teenager full of dreams, full of the thought that I could make the world a better place if people would just start fighting for it…

(to be continued)