Collecting Moments

Before my friend turned 30 a very kind driver saved us from freezing cold at an absolutely hopeless (non)hitchhiking spot somewhere in France. We also managed not to get a heart attack traveling for three hours with Bep, a 79-year old Dutch woman from Australia who hadn’t driven on the left side for 30 years. She shared a lot of wisdom with us. About life: “If there’s a problem, there’s always a solution” About the Holocaust: - Mom, there're people crying there, you need to do something. - No, Bep, these are animals. They came back in the same cattle wagons and when I saw them getting off the train I said to my Mom: - I told you, there were people there! They were skeletons, literally skin on bones. They all had very long arms and legs. There were women with babies who looked like skinned rabbits. About the war: My father always said "Don't forget that Germans are our neighbours!". Through the whole war there were two Polish guys hiding in the attic of o

Before my friend turned 30 the rain and cold stopped us in Arlon for a couple of days. The rest was needed!

Before my friend turned 30 , I learned that green bananas are transported in big trucks from Antwerp to Prague and have to be kept there for two weeks until they get yellow. The czech driver was so much afraid of us that he interrogated us for half an hour before we could get into his truck: - Who are you? - Hitchhikers. - What do you do? - Computer programming. - Where’s your computer? - In the backpack. - Are you robbers? - No. Seemed like our answers were persuasive enough and we managed to travel with him all the way to the mysterious town in Belgium called “L-ee-g-e”. Today we accidently traveled 75 km to the north so that we could go 200 km to the south with eight lifts (two of them in the long-distance trucks).

Before my friend turned 30 we tried to hitch out of Dusseldorf but were stopped by the astronauts who’d arrived to that spot before us. Staying is part of moving...

Before my friend turned 30 she decided to follow the sun from Germany to Portugal. We hit the road early morning in Berlin and ended up late afternoon in Dusseldorf after having covered 540 km with three different drivers. That evening I saw powerful, black, fast Rhine for the first time in my life.

I need massage for my mind, And soul and heart Just relaxing - not thai for a hundred baht. My shoulders are fine, So as feet and spine But inside's a bit rough. Could you please press here, but not so tough? No pain, no gain - As my teacher said, A small “therapy point” And the thoughts won’t spread.

Life in the Irish countryside. Art is being greatly appreciated...