Berlin, Berlin. My love.
It’s feckin‘ Bruges… and ghastly Gent. No, actually it is a tour d’honneur. One of the best short trips I ever made. The March of ideas: Something is trying to tell me someone. I could go on quoting Neil Gaiman but I I leave it at that. Thank you, CK for inspiration and company. Nearly like old times, eh?
A company outing to Stockholm in Mid-September can result in some hard work – but also in some – very tourist, I admit – views of the Swedish Riviera. Like Die Ärzte said: Jag älskar Sverige!
Komm zur Ruhr.
The wild wild West of Germany. Riddled with the remains of the industrial age. Change in the last decades is Green. And RUHR surprises me every time that I visit it. Sadly enough, that not too many pictures made it into this album. But I will work on it. It is not RUHR’s fault…
Since having moved to Düsseldorf in 2011, I started growing a liking to this town. Gradually. In those places where I had to take a second guess. On occasions, when I was taken by surprise. In Düsseldorf, I don’t find places, they find me. I know that sounds sordid, but what the heck, I am cheap.
