Years ago, when I was 18 years old, at a time when cell phones and GPS systems weren’t existing, I drove all by myself from Austria down to the South of Italy. It was just me, my little car and our old farm dog -a security measure my Grandmother had insisted on.
Every time I see train tracks I feel a longing inside me, a yearning that I cannot explain.
A train ride, that’s the only time I know for sure where I am going.
Shaktiki SharmaKurt stared outside the window, his nose pressed against the glass. He had spent the last two days on a Greyhound bus, so he could finally meet the person he had fallen in love with.
I always try to get a window seat on an airplane; I love to look down at clouds -they look so different from above.
Getting a tattoo is on my bucket list since years. I am always playing around with the idea and I admire beautiful tattoos on other people. Still I haven’t done it. I have a weird relationship with needles. I sew with them and use them in my workshop all the time, but don’t you dare poking me.