Cycling trip to Morocco
Dust, heat and vastness.
And something that's kept me going,
without me being able to explain it.
Year abroad in Israel
Between Desert and Encounter
my gaze has changed.
Cycling trip to Rome and back
The first longer journey.
And the hunch,
that more is possible than I thought.
Traces
Not every journey is fully told.
Some lie further back,
have remained fragmentary
– and yet they shaped me.
This chapter brings together such traces.
Experiences, encounters, places,
who have done their bit,
that I stand here today.