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Cake for breakfast in Albania.
“First time in Albania?” the border guard asks me, while he looks at my passport. “Yes.” I answer. After he figured out my name and tipped a few things in his computer he hands me back my document and asks: “Last time?” “No!” I say, smile and walk away.
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Wood chopping princess – a sewing project.
You want to feel and dress like a princess but you also have to chop wood? Because you live in a beautiful medieval house but that also means you are heating your place with fire? If that is the dilemma you are facing everyday when getting dressed; I found the solution! And if not, you…
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Night bus to Tirana.
“Sure there is a bus!” is the ticket-office-guys answer. As we stubble into his office late at night, asking for a late bus to Albania. Relieved because otherwise we would have to sleep in the Greek train station, we buy the ticket and start to wait. We’ll go to Albania! That’s exciting! A few hours…
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Interwoven memories.
A sweater from a Bulgarian secondhand shop. The yellow vest that saved my life while cycling to Istanbul. A crochet blanket made by a south Italian granny. Each of these items would have never been worn by myself again, if I am very honest. I would have still kept them though. Makes no sense? Every…
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Questioning my Goldfish brain. (thoughts after cycling 5’052 kilometres)
Did I arrive? Where did I intend to go then? After cycling 5’052 kilometres to the south of Turkey I find myself in a sudden moment of calmness. I can’t help but wonder if I arrived at my destination. But I have never had one. If there is no destination how do you know, when…
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One last ride through the Taurus mountains in Turkey. (the end)
Morning prayer is waking us up, before dawn. I sit up in the tent and look around. The fire brigade behind us, who we had asked last night in the dark, if we could camp in their yard. Of course they had accepted and invited us for tea, which we had to refuse, couldn’t we…
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Finding my way back to needlework.
When you love something, set it free. If it stays or comes back you know it’s for real. I set all my sewing and slow fashion related projects on pause for a while. I had other things to focus on, which I find as exciting as designing fancy upcycling dresses. But I couldn’t do it…
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Flat tyre on the motorway – cycling in Turkey.
Flat tires, dirty hands and a lot of food. Which is the perfect time for a flat tire? In the middle of a highway, late at night or under the rain? How come those things always happen in the worst moments? Flat-tyre-energy. Meanwhile it is very exciting to explore every country eastward by bike, the…
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How does a moment become a memory?
How does a moment become a memory? Moving from place to place, different impressions, scents and thoughts pass through your live every day. Where have I been yesterday? Where will I be tomorrow? It is hard to find the answer to those questions. Trying to remember all the good moments and the hard times. The…
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