“Isn’t that dangerous?”“How do you survive?”“I don’t know, but it seems to work. And if you don’t believe me, the last thirty years are proof it does.” I officially made it through thirty years of life.

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

Another face of freedom - Sitting with myself in silence. So much happens, I barely have the time to digest it. Think about it or write about it. Thousands of photos are piling up in my phone. And in my

8:29 in the morning I am sitting in an armchair, my laptop on my knees. When I peak through the windows I see immense mountains in every direction. With their majestic energy they reach high up into the

“How much discomfort do we have to overcome on the way to growth?” I wonder sometimes. Recently I cycled up a steep hill in the dark. It wasn’t that long, yet those 15minutes where enough to get me in

Have you ever found yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take? “What is it that you are going to teach me today?”, I wonder as I get out of bed long before sunrise. As many other

Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t. For many years I thought:

How does true freedom feel? It’s not about the place. It’s not about the time. It’s not about what you have or don’t have. Then what is it about? My lips stick together as I try to dislodge a piece of

The few things that distinguish us humans from other animals are our thumb and our capacity to think. Our thumb is a pretty cool tool to grab things. Meanwhile our ability to think gets us in trouble as

One reason why I love to to go on cycling trips so much, is because it teaches me a lot about pretty much anything in life. Pedalling up and down, far and wide became a Metaphor I can fit into many challenging

I am no longer asking: "Why am I doing this?" Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass

“Aren’t you getting bored when you are by yourself all day?” Is a frequent question people ask me. When I happen to tell them about the bike trips I do by myself. That question left me speechless the first

My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50

My body is tired my mind wide awake as I push my bike out of the trees on to the top of the hill. Bright light and a sea of fog beneath me, the sun didn’t rise yet. I lean my bike against the bench I had

In the myst of a late morning I leave Eva’s Home. The fire had been already burning in the stove when I got down into her kitchen, the smell of coffee unfolding in the air. Our conversations are still

“If you can’t get up there by yourself you have to find another tree.” Is what I heard from my parents as a kid, when I asked them to lift me up a tree that was too big for me to get on top by myself.

I am sitting in the middle of a big mess. Is it ever going to change? And do I want it to? Since a few days I am watching that last orange Flower, surrounded by leaves turning yellow and golden, covered

In front of me I can see the road going up in endless serpentines. Suddenly I have to assume, the two hours of climbing I had done previously haven’t been part of the real thing. It is still all in front

Just cycled up 1500meters, because I didn’t have a better idea what to do with this day. Now I am unable to move any further. I sit in a little shed full of fire wood which doesn’t protect me from the

How many days can you fit into 24hours? Morning view on a banana tree and a huge mountain in the background. Sleeping above the cows eating their cheese for dinner. Endless conversations over fresh bread