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There is no reason, not to grow.
Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly didn’t feel like reading Kafka, but since I heard that phrase I sympathized with him, nonetheless.…
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The first time.
Late mornings I leave, it is a beautiful day, after a week of rain. Not knowing yet, that this would be an other historic day on my way I pedal into the sunny hills. I had been tempted to lurk around another day or two, but finally made up my mind, that there was no…
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Am I the only one doing this?
After I had pushed myself to my limits yesterday only to get saved by the bakery woman and her friend. Today, I decided was going to be a good day. Leaving town with a sandwich and some cookies, I was looking forward to my coffee after a gentle 15km through the sleepy mornings. Green and…
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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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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…
kesityu. 