Belly landing September 11, 1992 - a tiny Mischa is born in a Ukrainian city called Dnepropetrovsk. Germanized The Federal Republic welcomes him with open arms. But no one asked him whether he even wanted to live there. Well, he just made the best of it. Finally over His school years are not glorious, but he gets his high school diploma. Maybe he's just not the brightest candle on the cake? Dare to go out The flight to South America takes him into a new world. He is allowed to make mistakes and find out who he is. Freedom becomes...

I have actually been asked this question from time to time. The last time was in front ofBeate 's camera. Here in the video you can see my answer: The topic of "danger" has come up again and again in recent years, even outside of the context of cocoa. What I have noticed again and again is that danger is ultimately just an interpretation of a possibility. A possible scenario that tries to throw me off balance in my identification as a person and entrepreneur. From the perspective of the Higher Self, there are no dangers. There are only experiences,...

A visit to Mama Cocoa The sun was slowly setting and dusk was slowly setting in. Maya heard the pebbles crunching under her shoes. Autumn made the forest shine in the most beautiful colors. Red, brown, green, yellow - everywhere the first fallen leaves lined the small path that meandered through the magical forest. The rustling of leaves signaled the beginning of the time of retreat. Nature was in the middle of the process of letting go. On the verge of withdrawing into yourself, resting on the successes you have achieved and waking up in spring with new strength. Maja...

For Misch, the end of the year always shows the way for the new. Not that I would plan it or even want it... It just happens. The insights and decisions crystallize like cocoa butter that has gone cold. Everything that is unclear pricks me like a thumbtack - calls for clarification, even if it hurts. I feel that next year will be a defining year for Cocoa Mischa. Everything screams for the next level, growth and multiplication. A few become many… The only question: How much can I hold? How much can we give with joy and honest work?...