Merry Christmas and goodbye 2025! What a fuckinâ ride, ending in buddhist monastery in Thailand learning how to be a zen activist, cause duuuuuh. The year started with smoking frog poison in Mexico that knocked my atheist socks off, turned me into a (non-sectarian) believer and fueled a wish to finally âslow downâ by⌠adopting of a street dog from Turkey, that every day teaches me how to be a better human. It took some time and work, but I think (đ¤) I finally stopped running! Into long walks, showers, and breaths now, baby.
I had the most incredible time at music and art festivals with me besties. I stabbed myself in the hand and with fascination watched it get sewn up. I birthed, toured and already got over a new stand-up hour that helped me process last two years of going dry and the seemingly world-ending collapse of my drunk slut identity.
I started fighting for things I believe in. I joined to flotilla, met the most incredible (and batshit crazy) people, and regained hope in humanity. I got rid of fear of death, and got life-changing freedom. Started using the word âcomradesâ. Interviewed dozens of them - and incredible Palestinian artists in Gaza - for the TV show about the flotilla Iâm soooo psyched to be writing.
I got a nasty virus that collapsed my whole body, and went on my first sick leave in a decade (hooked, 2026 will be sick leaves all around!). I joined a fab writers lab in Prague and met my writing soulmate. Iâm doing very little gigs these days, and a lot of good olâ living. Still keeping âcomedianâ in my bio in case Merz sues me for calling him âSatanyahuâs c*ck-sucking buffoonâ. Not like I didnât already collect another police case this year - 2025 keeps giving and Iâm eating it up, no crumbs. #lovealifelesson.
I stopped complaining about Berlin and plotting escape, and started building a life full of people and things I want around me. And most importantly, after a life-long aversion I finally warmed up to peanut butter, proof that change is possible. Thank you to everyone who made this year so spesh đ¤
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What happens when a Polish party girlâs guts force her to go sober? Shit goes down - literally. In this raw comedy hour about an identity crisis, Kat dives into getting a dog, an autism diagnosis and a pair of dominatrix boots. Can sober people still have fun? Who knows - not Kat, sheâs baked.
Uh uh last week in Prague! đ I was so psyched to be selected for the @midpointinstitute Writerâs Room programme with a bunch of incredible writers and producers, it was a really fkn inspirational (and exhausting) learning experience, oh so perfectly timed for my current project - a tv series about the sumud flotilla! â¨
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