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Spring Cleaning Life and the Pain of Sitting Still

The late afternoon shadow creeps onto the balcony of a third floor apartment in a hotel in Lyon and I enjoy the feeling of the fresh white concrete against my skin, still warm from the spring sun. It’s been a Read more…


Night Trains and other Misadventures

Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this post – it was one of the more difficult ones to get out here. I began typing it up in a slightly dodgy upholstery atelier somewhere between old and new Mardin, a town Read more…


From the Iron Gates into Bulgaria – How far can we go?

The last part of the summer bike trip – We are running out of time, but the best days are yet to come… 18th of August 2018 – Vinci to Tekija, ca 100km It is the heat of the sun Read more…


Belgrade to Golubac – Like the River Flows

“I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.” – John O’Donohue One of my favourite quotes is certainly true for thıs unexpected, hardly at all planned, bike trip, for this entire Read more…


Subotica to Belgrade – Sunflowers after Pain

Here’s part two of the cycling trip for you. I am still slightly behind on the blogging but there are just certain things higher up on the priority list when on the road, such as being and staying fully alive Read more…


Szentendre to Subotica – Of ice cream, borders and growing pains

Hı folks, fırst a lıttle dısclaımer regardıng the tımıng and locatıon of thıs post: As you can see from the lack of dots on my ı’s, I am wrıtıng to you on a Turkısh keyboard (ıt took me quıte some Read more…


Life Sign I – Budapest/Szentendre

Hey, beautiful people who are following my journey, here we go! Time has passed so quickly since I hopped onto an early morning train at St. Pancras International, London, last Sunday, and became a turtle once again. For a time Read more…


A Story that hasn’t yet happened…

…she goes by the name of Anticipation: The fleeting time between planning and departing, in which anything seems possible, albeit slightly surreal. My heart is full to the brim, boiling over from time to time, with the sheer excitement of Read more…