Heimreise im Zug

Die Entspannung von Reisen findet im Zug statt. Heimreise von Prag. Die letzten Tage viel gelaufen, viel gesehen, viel gegessen. Fast froh um die Fahrt im Berliner EC. Vier Stunden Pause. Neben mir zwei weitere Besucher, sie haben die Fensterplätze. Hin und wieder ein Seufzer, ein Lächeln, während der Zug noch im Bahnhof steht. Lichtstreifen…

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Praha visit no. 3

I will never grow tired of this city. Every morning a short walk down to the Moldau river to check the magnificent view. A look up the buildings to find lions, birds and statues cut into the walls, wondering how often they must paint those colourful houses. I keep on walking, sure about the direction…

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Toronto in the summer

There is snow in Toronto right now. In my memory, there is still and will always be summer in the city: warm days spent on Toronto Island, in the Rooster Coffee House, eating burgers, cycling through busy downtown, reading in our quiet garden with squirrels jumping around, buying fruit and vegetables at the Chinese supermarkets,…

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something that makes this place / Nova Scotia

Each approch to a new place is similar: I look at a map filled with white valleys and green mountains. Lines zickzack over colourful space and keep the points of names together. City names are only city names, nothing else. I have heard of some before, I know some places I want to see; others…

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A moving room of my own

It always takes some time to get used to yourself again. I had spent the last two months surrounded by other travellers, started similar small-talks every day with different people, and found out new things about far-away countries every other day. Now I was on my own, driving out of Melbourne, and I had forgotten…

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Leaving Australia

Half around the world, again; clouds move like camels across the Australian outback, and each time I look out of the window, the landscape has changed. Far: it could be the sea, only red and brown. Zoom: it could be the skin of a snake. It takes a long time to leave Australia, at least…

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last week

[Brisbane] is not a city, I would want to say, that provokes contemplation, in which the mind moves out and loses itself in space. What it might provoke is drama and a kind of intellectual play, a delight in new and shifting views, and this because each new vista as it presents itself here is…

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Studio visit: paper boat press

Every day poems Kylie Johnson from Australia has devoted her words and pottery to poetry: she sneaks poems into everyday lifes on ceramic bowls, pencils and in books. I visited her in February in her paper boat press studio in Brisbane. In which order do you create, I ask Kylie Johnson who welcomes me with…

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