René Coignard

Since my arrival in Germany, I had occasionally pondered how to properly cross the road here.

Today was a wonderful day.

Exactly a year ago today, the day after my birthday, I flew directly from Kutaisi to Berlin.

Today, while heading to Leipzig via Weißenfels railway station, I found myself in quite an interesting situation.

This seems to be one of the best New Year’s celebrations I’ve ever experienced.

As part of our final European travels before New Year’s, my friends and I headed to France, to the border city of Strasbourg.

Today I visited Switzerland for the first time, specifically the city of Schaffhausen, which is the capital of the canton of the same name.

For the first time in a while, I’ve ventured to the western part of Germany, to Stuttgart, to spend quality time with friends and celebrate New Year’s together.

Throughout the past year, I’ve often found myself thinking about something that really interests me: romantic relationships and their place in my life.

Leipzig is full of beautiful historical sites.

Rather recently, during one of my visits to Leipzig Hbf, I spotted an advertisement announcing that a Coca-Cola Christmas train would be arriving at the station on the first of December.

For a thousand days now, Putin and his band of bloody henchmen have been waging war against Ukraine.

I’ve visited this city before, and more than once.

Today I decided to visit Dresden and pop into Chemnitz along the way.

I’m writing this brief note while on my way back from Bernburg, a quaint little town perched by the river Saale.

This year could have been your sixty-third birthday.

Autumn’s arrival in Germany is a true event, rivaled perhaps only by the anticipation of Christmas — though even that comparison may feel unfair, as these two times of year seem almost incomparable.

Today, I was in Berlin attending the Vintage Computing Festival Berlin.

Today, I was wandering around Wolfen, already draped in a blanket of darkness, while chatting on the phone during my walk.

I first saw Wolfen in its winter coat earlier this year.

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Humankind suffers.

Cyprus will always stay in my memory for its cloudless skies and exceptionally warm, welcoming weather.

Today, I’m travelling by train from Dessau to Lutherstadt Wittenberg.

I had a rather amusing experience at the airport just now.

Where I stand now, and the state I’m in, is the direct result of my own choices and actions.

Today in Cyprus, it’s a public holiday as the Cypriots celebrate their independence from Britain.

What I enjoy most about Cyprus right now is wandering through the drowsy streets of Limassol in the late evening, when the traffic has subsided, and people either hurry home or, drawn like moths to a flame, make their way to the sea.

Exactly two years ago, I left my home in Ozyory due to persecution by the Russian police.

What often amuses and astonishes me is how swiftly and unexpectedly life can change.

At the start of this week, I flew to Limassol for a business trip to catch up with the team and work together.

Today, the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR) delivered its judgment on my case, No. 55603/22 (Podivilov v.

On the same day I was wandering around Görlitz, I decided to cross over to the neighboring city of Zgorzelec, which lies just on the other side of the River Neiße.

Yesterday, I finally had the chance to visit the city of Görlitz.

Firstly, thank you guys for helping me call an ambulance a couple of weeks ago when things became truly unbearable.

A couple of months ago, I encountered a seemingly minor but quite annoying issue on my MacBook.

This evening, on my way to the grocery store, I noticed a high-rise building with a partially dismantled roof.

Today, as is customary after yet another challenging work week, I visited the landscape park in Wörlitz, near Dessau, once again.

Chère Charlotte, A year without you has flown by so quickly, though it wasn’t easy at first.

I’ve been suffering from some sort of weird illness for the past couple of weeks.

This week started with a minor and somewhat annoying mishap, which, however, led to a small adventure.

Nothing in life fascinates me quite like the passage of time.

This is the name of the largest children’s hospital in Ukraine, which was ruthlessly bombed by Russia two days ago.

Bitterfeld is a district in the town of Bitterfeld-Wolfen, where I currently live.

Today, I had the day off because I work remotely for a Cypriot company, and it’s a public holiday over there.

The longer you live in Germany and the more you integrate into the local community, the quicker you understand why everyone here is literally obsessed with letters.

So, I live in Wolfen, and I need to integrate here somehow.

I’ve just had a rather amusing incident which I feel compelled to share immediately.

The feeling of home.

Today, I deleted all my Facebook and Instagram accounts (the old ones under the name Mikhail Podivilov, and the new ones under my new name).