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31.05.23 I’m on a bus back to the place where my journey through central america truly began more than 8 months ago. I am exhausted, tired, frustrated with the transportation and the intensity and heaviness of emotions recently.. in this time, my moon, what I’d love for myself is rest and a nurturing home. instead…
it’s wednesday morning and once again the morning mist is slowly rising above the hills in front of my window. the morning is cold and bright and I am sitting in bed, dressed with all pullovers I have, welcoming the morning, welcoming the change. and today life will change once again. the last days were…
and suddenly I’m in a bus leaving flores. who would’ve thought this day would come. I have two seats for myself, my emirates blanket keeps me warm and in my ears eddie vedders „no ceiling“ is playing. oh life. oh sweet life. once again it is not only a place I leave behind but a…
this morning I woke up at five because somewhere very near my bed a birthday celebration was happening. at 5 am. with a band. I have to say I live for these cultural differences. today the day of deciding had come. already during the last day I felt that something has shifted and all of…
my day started early again and with a lot of confusion. what was I still doing in flores? the same old question. I couldn’t answer it. I didn’t have a good reason to stay, barely any reason. I went to maracuya to drown my confusion in a good coffee and have a moment to be…
last night I didn’t sleep a lot. this morning I woke up before sunrise, the birds were singing outside of my dorm and I decided to take a walk to see the sunrise. today marks 6 months of travelling and perhaps the longest time I’ve been away from home. today was a rather slow day.…
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