The motors of the plane roar, I’m off to the states. This time I’m coming because of the elections. No matter what the outcome of...
Archive for category: From the road
crying in Central Park
‘I came to Central Park to read a book. And in there I read I can find inner peace. It can only be found in...
A new direction
Sometimes you think you’ve got it all figured out. I thought I would move to New Zealand before the end of the year. But I’m...
Collecting in Berkeley
Berkeley is an university town. Little groups of students flock the streets. Because of this young demographic it’s easy to collect here. When one person is...
From a passenger
“So there’s this girl on my train. I heard her talking to someone earlier and I noticed an accent…German, maybe? Anyway, she just got up...