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February 14, 2014
A presence of absence

Sweet voice: “Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix…one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, lady, buy, lady, one dollar!” A voice with an accent “No, thank you.” Sweeter “One dollar, lady, postcard one dollar.” Voice a little bit nervous “No, no.” [more]

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Or you can think about a dark and grey building called „The White Building“. The housing complex has space for over 400 homes and was originally built for social housing and used for artist residences in the 60s. It has turned grey with time and events.
It is stretched [more]

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February 12, 2014
A secret and a question

“Do you remember what I told you to forget?” (Foreign Correspondent Club, January 31st, 23:60)

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Or wouldn’t they build like this to prevent the houses from being flooded during the rainy season we wondered. But as a matter of fact these houses sit on stilts, so that the Nagas can pass under them – protective snakes that are often depicted shielding the Enlightened [more]

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February 10, 2014
A sweet for a wisdom tooth

(I know we agreed not to dwell in unknown places but…) He has a wonderful, round belly. No neck. And big ears. He sometimes pulls them away with one of his four hands so he can hear you better. (In India they say that you can whisper your problem [more]

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January 19, 2014
A Seat on Someone Perfect

Or can I not be in love with an elephant lady?

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Or was he making this up for the sake of fascinated listening eyes. Ever wondered, why water buffalo’s don’t have lower teeth and never smile as everyone around them? They used to carry men. Work for them. Maybe work with them. Once the tiger came. Of course, the [more]

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January 17, 2014
A View on Nam Khan River

Or did I already have this silent prejudice before really thinking about it? While I am travelling, indulging myself in a flirt with exotism, my mind is travelling into phrases, losing itself in gloomy flowery encounters of wished-for wonders. Where is the play with thoughts in all these [more]