Langanes – The light just will not go away. An obstinate band of white above the mountain Hleiðólfsfjall keeps the night at a distance. Forty kilometres away, it casts a pale glimmer over Langanes, a peninsula shaped like a duck eagerly looking out over the sea. As if the creature, like me, wants to escape the light.
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Russia – There are people who claim that preparing a trip is half the fun. I do not know where these people tend to go on a trip, but surely it can’t have been Russia.
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Sarajevo – The boy holds out a dirty hand and looks at me expectantly. I strike him over his head. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I slip money in his pocket and curse the corrupted system.
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Netherlands – Many children have a lot to endure. War, violence or neglect being the cause. And when they are finally save new legislation makes them sometimes suffer again beyond reasoning.
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Akre – While the population of Iraq is fleeing to escape the violence of IS, the existing camps are still full of Syrian refugees. Hope feels like a concept from a previous world.
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Ostend – It was not long after an unknown elderly woman asked me if she could sit at my table, that I came to my senses. That they celebrate Christmas in summer because it is too cold in December was strange. That fishermen only want to marry women who can sing was another writing on the wall.
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Ostend – One by one, the shrimp cutters appear within our view, at a slow pace. Behind them the sun showers Ostend’s lighthouse with its first rays.
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Extremadura – Habits in the village are unchanged, showing a glimpse of what Spain must have been in the fifties.
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Arnhem – I was going to think about the boy when I jumped. He was still just a kid. Smoking his last cigarette.
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Berlin – “I just thought, now it will take longer before I have my freedom.”
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