Sneak Peek
If someone had asked me a year ago if I would document my journey, I would have said no. That it now comes so far, I would never have believed myself. But see for yourself.
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If someone had asked me a year ago if I would document my journey, I would have said no. That it now comes so far, I would never have believed myself. But see for yourself.
My journey from Germany to Portugal took me from Bordeaux to the Atlantic Ocean, on whose shores I crossed the Spanish border. Being on the road became a routine, and with it began the journey into my inner self.
Surprise, surprise! Moving pictures. A behind-the-scenes look about my upcoming projects that go beyond writing.
After hundreds of kilometers on flat roads along rivers, the mountains came. After weeks of drought, now came the rain. And with the rain came the first collateral damage. About my way through the French Massif Central to Bordeaux and the little surprises along the way.
Last year, my way from Leipzig to Portugal led me through France: Along the Canal Rhône au Rhin and the Saône to the Massif Central. About the end of the first 1000 km of my journey, encounters with extreme personalities, unbearable heat and a new danger lurking in the distance.
About agile handling of formats, unexpected changes of location and the intrapsychic processes caused by strong shocks in the universe.