It sometimes seems like an impossible task to calm down the thoughts. I start meditating, but then I realise that I’m just thinking, entertaining myself with different scenarios and possibilities. I guess that’s not bad either, but it’s quite the opposite of what I should be doing. What about that paradox that we can’t meditate, […]
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I boarded the train to Frederikshavn this morning at 11.14. It rolled gradually across the railway towards the very top of Denmark, and I disembarked in the port from which fery lines operate across the Kategat sea. The ferry was visible from a far, a white ship with blue and red letters of Stena Line
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My clothes were soaking wet when I entered a Chinese shop to buy an umbrella just outside the centre of Porto. The day didn’t start well. I woke up half sick and with a sore throat, after a restless night on a tight couch. I looked through the window and saw the grim reality of
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19.11. To Granada A green ocean of olive trees stretched across the golden Andalusian fields. Desert-like rocks stood in the sky, vividly imposing themselves above the plains. Now the terrain is hilly, and the green-olive ocean has no end. White villages in the valleys, white villages on the slopes of steep hills. Sharp rocks rise
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I arrived in Tagounite two days ago, after an almost 20-hour bus ride from Fes, through Marrakesh, across the Atlas Mountains, and through the barren valleys reminding me of the desert’s vicinity. I was welcomed by Hamza, a young Berber, owner of the house where I’ll be volunteering for about 2 and a half weeks
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8 je sati ujutro. Hladnoća mi reže kosti. Grad je tih i pomalo melankoličan, a ljudi isto. Sovjetske megalomanske građevine odvlače pažnju s ostalih neprimjetnih zgrada. Ljudi su tihi i prijatni. 5 je sati navečer. Ulice su tihe, zakon se poštuje, a čini se da trosatni rituali ispijanja kave nisu stigli i u ove hladne, planinske
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5 je sati popodne, vozim se Flixbusom od Rijeke prema Zagrebu. U Portugal, Španjolsku i Maroko nosio sam japanke, u Bugarsku i Tursku nosim papuče. Ta razlika kao da najbolje sumira ambijentalnu razliku između prethodnog i predstojećeg putovanja. Čini se prikladno; papučama preko Balkana. Što bi se još uklopilo u to? Čuturica pelina, pjesme Tina
Na samim periferijama Europe, gotovo neprimjetan na karti svijeta a po mnogobrojnim aspektima fascinantan i pažnje vrijedan biser smjestio se otok Cipar. Na Jugoistočnom Mediteranu te svega 80ak kilometara zračnom linijom do obala Azije čije se planine lako mogu vidjeti kada zimi prohladni vjetar otpuše saharski pijesak, ovoj zemlji od davnina je suđena kulturna izmiješanost
It is 11.30h in Nicosia. With the proud eternal morning task of the rooster now being performed by Benedikt, a mechanical 2 second sound of the aluminium curtains being lifted in his room signifies the Cypriot sun invading the dusty darkness of our ice-cold cave. Residing in a cave that had its borders defined by
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Rodno mjesto surfanja u Portugalu, grad sukoba prošlosti i sadašnjosti, dodirna točka u kojoj se nekadašnji način života grčevito bori za opstanak pred plimom modernog doba – Nazaré. Hodajući rivom, s lijeve strane sadašnjost; turističke atrakcije poput restorana, suvenirnica, dućana opremom za surfanje i kafića abnormalno niskim cijenama bore se za zanimanje ono malo turista