Beginnings
I spend my childhood in Westfalen — meaning: in a small town next to a dark German forest. The marriage of my parents and some other things didn't work out very well, but nothing of that could do me any harm. I was focussed on inner worlds.
I wanted to be an cartoonist, drew flip books, comics and copied the Old Masters — Disney, Uderzo, Peyo. And I wanted to be a writer — penning something as admirable as Howard Pyles Robin Hood. And stuntman. I flung myself into containers with cardboard boxes countless times.
Unfortunately school stimulated the growth of my left brain hemisphere excessively: I forgot about creativity, cancelled my German lessons, made my exam with the main subject mathematics and physics and decided to study computer science to work in the front line of the artificial intelligence research.
I don't know what happened exactly after that. Maybe the right hemisphere of my brain recovered a little bit. Maybe I got a healthy shock when someone fired a shot at me when I was in the alternative service. Anyhow, I ended up performing a second volt-face. I moved to Munich, signed for studies of literature and dramatics and applied for every job that had a scent of movies, theatre or publishing on it.
It was a labyrinthian path, including winters without heating, times of poverty and some bizarre jobs (one demanding a bald head and a starved look fittingly), but eventually, in a way as twisted as simple, everything took me one step closer towards my goal.
Today — after several publications and two movies that got made from my screenplays — I still feel I'm on a journey. Probably that feeling will never cease. I hope so. How unfortunate, if my interest in the universe and all that's around it would be wiped out tomorrow morning …
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