summer memories

“An ordinary life was an obscure life, if we can extend the meaning of obscure to mean covered up by dailiness, glorious dailiness, shameful dailiness, dailiness that is difficult to figure out, that is not always clear until a long time afterward. Obscure: not readily noticed, easily understood, or clearly expressed. Which is a pretty…

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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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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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What a summer

This summer was all about settling into our new home, having as many meals outside on the balcony as possible, drinking coffee poured over ice cubes in form of fishes, enjoying the natural air-condition of a Berliner Altbau, picking tomatoes and herbs from the balcony, jumping into the nearby lake after work, reading-reading-reading, going camping…

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Johannesburg (was never meant to exist)

Last weekend, I took down the pictures of my exhibition “Imagined Places” (like the one above) from the walls of the A.Horn café. The framed photos are now in a corner of the living room, reminding me of our wonderful trip to South Africa a year ago. And they reminded me that I had not…

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Across the Indian Ocean

In March, the Indian Ocean was our constant travel companion for ten days. When we woke up, we had our first cup of coffee looking out onto the sea, and before we went to bed, we looked into the liquid darkness and imagined another world. We never grew tired looking at the ocean, its changing…

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“I feel free as I am carried away” / Reading Ru Freeman in Sri Lanka

„Where is my village? Where do I live? I live on this train. I used to live in one place and I will live in another but now I live in this perfect place between the past and the future, the known and the unknown, the bad and the good.“ While travelling through Sri Lanka…

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arrival in sri lanka

First days in a foreign country are always surreal. From the air-conditioned plane I walk out into sticky summer air for a second before I sit down inside an air-conditioned taxi.  I am at Colombo Airport. Tukstuks and bicycles and taxis are swarming around us and I watch many almost-but-no-accidents behind the noise-absorbing window of…

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