Der letzte Satz

Süße Stille.
An jenem Tag war alles gesagt.
Die Luft war gedankenleer und leicht.
Beruhigend und sonderbar zugleich.

Mit einem Weinen und einem Lächeln saß er da.
Hatte er es wirklich vollbracht?
Jahrelang geschrieben.
Tag und Nacht.

Lange hatte er sich vorbereitet auf diesen Tag.
Worte gesammelt, die er noch nie geschrieben hat.
Aufgehoben an einem geheimen Platz.
Um zu Schreiben der Welt letzten Satz.

The Great Escape

It started just like a normal night out. Except that we were in China. We, that is my Slovakian friend Matej and myself. And China that is Beijing to be precise. We had just successfully completed the Mongol Rally (literally one of the most stupid races on Earth) and were absolutely fucked up after driving 10,000 km, living on beans and vodka only.Nevertheless we ended up at a hostel with an indoor bar. And it was happy hour when we got there so we had no excuse not to drink. weiterlesen…

The secret house and the angry buffalo

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to take a journey all on your own without planning a single thing? Well, let me take you back to Norway!
It was my second day in Trondheim, a city I decided to put up my tent, just one night after getting mugged in the streets of Oslo. I was particularly excited to finally hike up a mountain and explore Norway’s wild nature. It was Sunday and since I had not planned any route and no possibility of buying a map, I just decided to go up. weiterlesen…

Every place has a story to tell

Cycling in the fitness club this morning I could not help but imagine myself on a real bicycle. I don’t particularly like fitness clubs, so in my mind I was driving through the most beautiful places I’ve been to. Mostly through nature. Mostly childhood memories. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed riding my bike. weiterlesen…

Of hunting reindeer and passports

The sound was coming from underneath my tent. A constant squeaking. I checked my phone. No signal. Now I was even more freaked out. I tried to ignore it but it didn’t stop. It was too freezing cold and I was also too tired to go outside and check what it was. Since the noise did not stop I tried to stick something into my ears. Two teabags should do the trick. The squeaking was at a tolerable level now and eventually I passed out.It had been an exhausting and adventurous first day in Kongsvoll. Climbing about 2.000m with a 25kg backpack, losing that very same backpack due to an angry muskox bull and finally setting up my tent in the middle of a snowstorm. weiterlesen…