i am still honoured by the way they just picked me up from the gutter. or so to speak. i wasnt in the gutter litteraly. i just felt like i was. but i tell you, the feeling was like being there. anyways, i went to skopje to see some people that i hadnt seen for a long time. a big mixture of people from oxford and vienna. wien.
since i left tallin i have been travelling around europa doing what i do. letting the shutter of my canons go for a trip on the wild side. i mean. ive been looking. staring sometimes even. my eyes popping right out of my head.
from my colleagues of the press and - not the least - the corps diplomatique, i know how the changes of europa and the the fragments of history just piles up as weird boutiques down memory lane. we have all been surfing europa during times of change. and with great joy.
on the train from skopje i started to think that maybe it isnt that bad. to be born in grenoble. raised in zürich. reraised in east-berlin, which i still think of as a time of privilege. (maybe it had something to do with my father). and finishing my youth-kaput in Liègè.
Well it made me think a little. i think.
