siesta

  southern siesta mood. when the shops are closed, the sun is up high, when everything and everybody seems to be asleep, the cats, umbrellas, ice cream shops, we take a break in the middle of the day and watch the glimmering heat and small shadows and nothing else. (and dream of it now, in…

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last song ° Sevilla

what would we do / what would we say then? – Clogs (feat. Matt Berninger) We could live here, too. In the city where the temperature rises up to 37 degrees in September, where you drink Sangria day and night, where the old town feels a bit like a southern version of Tübingen, where everyting…

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with the ink of a ghost ° Ronda

All the while, finding ways how to make sense of all the lights / to shape the winds, to shape the currents – José Gonzáles Es wurde schon dunkler. “Una hora”, hatte uns der Mann von der Tankstelle gesagt. Eine Stunde für 50 Kilometer. Es war schon acht Uhr abends. Wir waren müde von der…

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all shades of blue ° Cabo de Gata

and our dreams on the windowsill / see those trees turning gold in the hills – Gregory Alan Isakov We drove along Sierra Nevada and through Europe’s only semi-desert desierto de Tabernas, all the shades of blue and yellow and brown rushed by the car window when suddenly, on the side of the road, a…

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we drink light ° Granada

So we go on / How far we’ve come. – Packwood Granada is only the start – we walk around, take photos and photos on top of photos, play around with light and double exposures, try new things, we do not stop moving, we go on, further south. Granada ist nur der Anfang – wir…

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we were here ° Granada

Cause everywhere we’ve been, we have been leaving traces / They won’t ever disappear /We were here, we were here, we were really here – Boy We could have been somewhere else. It reminded me of Australia, and Aline thought of the USA. The landscape was vast, red and brown and dry. Just like on…

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Warum ich reise

Ich reise. Andere bleiben. Ich reise weiter. Andere bauen Reihenhäuser. Ich packe meinen Rucksack und ziehe weiter. Woher kommt die Sehnsucht nach der Ferne? Wieso fühle ich mich auf Reisen am meisten zuhause? Von den letzten acht Jahren war ich etwa drei Jahre nicht in Deutschland. Ich schulterte meinen Rucksack, und zog los auf der…

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Favourite places | Barcelona

It is the city of peaches and and lemons and cafés con leche; of patatas bravas and siesta and cervezas on the plazas; a metropolis big enough to discover new corners every day but small enough to walk everywhere; the city of sea and sun and parks; and a fairy tale stage thanks to Antoni…

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Sensitive plants

A walk on a saturday morning in Barcelona means: anytime before 12 o’clock. So I walked through Gràcia and along Carrer de Paris for an hour in the morning and the day was still quiet. People were having a coffee outside, but not many. The streets were empty. I was looking for a garden in…

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