Claudia

Claudia in hotelroom
Photo credits to Sven Driesen. Check his Flickr here.

For this interview, I invited Claudia to sit with me in a café in the Westerpark (Amsterdam). Unlike all other interviews, this one happened in form of a written chat. I typed in the question, Claudia answered spontaneously. Reading it back, she finds herself sounding pretentious. I disagree, so here you go. Have a great read!


What do you like about people?

That they are all unique in their way. So cliché I guess. But honestly, I don’t like people that much. Especially not in masses. That’s why I like the mangotree. It’s a closed space – no entry for too many of us on the same time.

Why do you get bothered by big groups?

I think most of the time big groups or masses kind of show a primitive human side. That might be true and honest. But I am a fan of beauty in general and small pretty things in life.

Why did you choose language and writing as a path for your life?

It came naturally to me. As a bilingual struggling with my mother tongue in early years I used to write to get better through college and through teenage years. After hard work I found myself sitting on a tree. A comfort zone that I created myself and where I can find myself.

What does curiosity mean to you?

To never stop discovering, learning and to never get old! Curiosity is my juice of life. The most healthy drug I know.

Claudia taking a look at Manhattan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you get bored easily?

Yes.

When, in your Amsterdam daily-life, do you most realize that you’re Swiss?

Every time I walk down the steep stairs that are a characteristic for the small houses in Amsterdam. In Switzerland houses are bigger and less cosy I think.

Every time I walk down the steep stairs that are a characteristic for the small houses in Amsterdam. In Switzerland houses are bigger and less cosy I think. And every time I am in contact with Dutch people. They are more easy going and open for a fun night out. Also they seem less busy with other peoples judgment or opinion. I think you can walk naked through the city and nobody would really turn around to stare – except tourists I guess. And if you stand in the shop and there are other 10 people waiting – they just go on with their work on the same pace. They take their time for every customer. That can sometimes be irritating when you are in a hurry. On the other hand I found it admirable. As nothing could really bother them. Ever.

You’re a Swiss-Italian living in the Netherlands frequently switching between (Swiss-)German, English, Italian and Dutch. Do you get confused about your own identity at times?

No. I am always Claudia.

Did becoming a mom have an impact on that?

No. Why do you think that?

I would imagine that it would change your perspective on life quite a lot. Like what your priorities are, what you want for your future, how you organize your life…everything. I guess a very non-feminin idea!?

Not really non-feminin but interesting idea. Why should becoming a mom change my identity?

Because there’s a mini-you in the world now. A living mirror in a way. Are you interviewing me now?

haha. Well, the mini-me does enrich my life and perhaps add some new facette to my identity. Perhaps you have to ask me again in some years. I am a newly mom, perhaps not really aware of the impact yet.

A big sigh of relief on behalf of other moms perhaps reading this interview 🙂 Everything is how it’s supposed to be. Picture perfect. Thank you Claudia!


About Claudia

Birthday: 20 December 1980
Siblings: Mauro Müller
Profession: Writer/Teacher
Parents: Janna Odetti, Ernst Müller

Nationality: CH/I
Romantic or realistic? Both. I am romantic, as long as it can become real!
Amount of Facebook friends: Doesn’t matter, but nice to have some real friends.
Adventure or stability? I can’t live without both of them.
Coffee or tea?  Both! First tea than coffee.
Favorite spot in Amsterdam: There too many. But ‘the place beyond belief’ (Noord) feels always like going on a spiritual short trip.
If she were a bitterballen she’d be filled with: Fleischchäs! (Swiss traditional kind of meat)