We keep coming back to Ireland

Start to write this instead. Much of my writing is done as a way of avoiding writing. (Anne Enright: My writing day on The Guardian) We keep coming back to Ireland, Jen and I. Staying inside the Bridgehouse we drink tea, eat ginger cookies, try to write stories and read books by Deirdre Madden, Anne…

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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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The (travelling) light in Hiriketiya

I went to Hiriketiya Beach because of Katie. She is the blogger on The Travelling Light, and she has recently published a zine about her favourite places. One of her soul places (as she likes to call them) is Hiriketiya Beach. I immediately marked it on my travel route and started thinking about my own…

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All that green | Northern Ireland

Oh, in Nordirland – beginne ich die Sätze noch Tage später, nachdem wir aus Nordirland zurückgekehrt sind, mindestens zweimal am Tag, adressiert an die, die nicht dabei war. Sagen sie Irland, antworte ich mit Nordirland. Das Nord ist wichtig. Denn dort hängen britische und irische Fahnen, erzählt die Literatur von Abkürzungen aus drei Buchstaben, von Bomben,…

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the stories we are breathing

“There are stories we like to tell and stories we tell reluctantly with low voices. There are stories we never tell because we barely know them ourselves. Then there are the stories we are breathing, our lives which make so little sense in the moment. I’m beginning finally,  to learn a hard lesson. We can…

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