“I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course, there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.”
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Travel-Log Archive, Entlang der Gräben
Quite some time ago, I accompanied the writer Navid Kermani on his trip trough the east of europe. He did some research for his book Entlang der Gräben, and I stuck along and took some pictures. The gallery below is a chronological archive of my pictures, it is a sort of diary, with very little overreaching contextual correlation.
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“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
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“On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.”
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me, 14.04.2018