excerpt from chapter VII. Life at the edge of Sahara The bus had come one hour late to Fes, to a station in the suburbs of the city, and I wasn’t sure if I was waiting in the right place until it came, making sure several times that my eyes were working properly and that […]
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On procrastination, ice cream and LinkedIn Yesterday I sat at one of the cafés on the main pedestrian street in the centre of Aalborg. It is a board game café with which I’ve developed a love-hate relationship – loving the coffee, hating the 45 Danish kroner per person price for playing board games. Until coming
Several worlds exist for me in this city. I will describe a few of them: The room It is some kind of time limbo and a retreat where I can rest from other worlds. Recently, I’ve been doing most of my work (a word I proudly use as an umbrella for studying or writing) in
About an hour’s drive west from Aalborg stands Bulbjerg Knude, the only cliff in the whole of the Jutland Peninsula. The road from Aalborg roughly follows the fjord that cuts through Jutland, separating Northern Jutland as an island. The presence of saltwater transforms the landscape into a hybrid of farmlands and seaside towns, and the
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It is 21.05h. The BlueTwo kitchen is quiet, yet it is the quiet before the storm. The Kitchen has been arranged and decorated by its inhabitants, prepared for the expected invasion. In search of natural resources, such as forks, plates and other valuables, the pack left to roam the jungle, invade and conquer other habitats.
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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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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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„Ne kužim zakaj ljudi briju da tekst mora opisivati nekaj spektakularno, ili da moraš otići na kraj svijeta i vidjeti senzacije za dobru priču. Pa ljudima uopće nije bitno di si ti bio, bitno im je ima li tu nekaj zanimljivo, a zanimljivosti su u detaljima, i mogu li se poistovjetiti s tobom. Zakaj, na
S Balkona Pučinu obasjava mjesečina dok se iz kamenitog grada čuju zvukovi saksofona i trube. Ljudski glas tu i tamo zapjeva, ne toliko kvalitetno koliko hrabro i srčano. Mačka svoje nečujne kretnje prekida mjaukanjem i trljanjem uz moje noge, istovremeno tražeći pozornost i hranu, dok svježina ponoći tiho ispunjava ovaj prostor ispod nebesa. Ta svježina