Essaouira, maybe tomorrow

Essaouira is easy-going. “Maybe tomorrow”, it’s what the traders, waiters and cameleers say when we stop them with a wave of our hand because we are currently not interested, “maybe tomorrow”, we reply and smile to part with good intentions. Cats wander through the streets. One has four kitties, they are all lying with closed…

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The voices of Marrakech

Wie Marrakesch einfange, eine Stadt, die mehr Fantasie als Realität zu sein scheint, und doch so wahr, dass ich auch als Zweitbesucher noch in den Gassen verloren gehe, die Kamera oft bei den besten Bildern in der Tasche lasse, um den Moment nicht zu stören, um besser zu beobachten, um Wörter gegen Filmrollen zu tauschen.…

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desert dreams

“The desert landscape is always at its best in the half-light of dawn or dusk. The sense of distance lacks: a ridge near by can be a far-off mountain range, each small detail can take on the importance of a major variant on the countryside’s repetitious theme. The coming of day promises a change; it…

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Inside Marrakesh

What was I looking for? I strolled around another new city with new smells, colours, flavours, a new kind of heat. I tried to find the small things in the big picture, put the colours onto film, the dried-out green of the palm trees, the terracotta of the walls, the always-blue sky. No clouds provided…

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