About angelikarust
My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English.
No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
We’re currently experiencing a rise in nationalist tendencies – I don’t know if it’s a worldwide phenomenon, but it surely applies to most, if not all, so-called western countries. One of the possible roots of this is the influx of … Continue reading →
Research and analysis have shown that women born after 1955 tend to vote more left than their male counterparts, with the gap between those voting groups widening in a sort of inverse relationship to their age – meaning the younger … Continue reading →
Posted in Ramblings, Random Facts
|
Tagged #metoo, Austria, conservative, Germany, Herbert Kickl, left-wing, politics, resistance, right-wing, sexual violence, social justice, vote, women's rights
|
We’ve always been a co-sleeping family. The pros and cons you’ll find in myriads of lists all over the internet never made too much of an impression on us. No, you won’t roll onto your baby. That just doesn’t happen. … Continue reading →
I might as well have titled this posting ‘Lessons learned’ or something like that, because, as big cities (or indeed any strange place) are wont to, Amsterdam has a lot to teach. For instance, if you try to walk from … Continue reading →
By the way, this doesn’t solely refer to writer’s block. That’s just how I, as a writer, call this general state of meh-don’t-wanna-just-wanna-sleep-leave-me-alone-everybody which every single person experiences on occasion. You don’t want to get up (who came up with … Continue reading →
Two things lured me into reading the complete works – that’s three books so far – of Mr. Niels Saunders: One, a friend gushing over them (and she’s usually not one to gush), two, a brief, curious look at his … Continue reading →
That’s not the beginning of an obituary, that’s a book title. It’s one of the books I read over summer – well, actually, I already read it somewhere around May or June, but you know how it is once it … Continue reading →
