Of all ridiculous things the most ridiculous seems to me, to be busy — to be a man who is brisk about his food and his work. Søren Kierkegaard There are quite few things that are making this experience so interesting. The train is full of amazing people. The windows provide much more than just a […]
Category: Scribbles
The Iranian Escapade #1
The young surgical assistant looks at me and thinks for a second, as if searching for the right words. He then smiles and excitedly says with a heavy Iranian accent: “This, uhh… Oxygen. Breathe!” Just before he pushes a breathing mask on my mouth, I manage to say a weak mersi (thank you), one of the […]
The Japanese Escapade #3
The piercing sound of the train crossing the bridge feels well mixed with the humming of the taxi engines and the light, playful melody of lights on the pedestrian crossings. Tokyo streets, thoroughly heated up by the blazing summer sun, are warming up the soles of my sneakers and I’m desperate to find a piece […]
The Saudi Escapade #1
Nadeem blurts out a storm of fast and angry Arabic. His toothpickesque 190cm height somehow adds to the weight of the words and the way how he squints his eyes clearly show, that he is not satisfied with the offered price. But the local merchant at whom the words are addressed seems to be unaffected. He […]
The Japanese Escapade #2
The three of us, Mr. Tanaka, my Japanese friend and me, are standing in the middle of the street somewhere in downtown Tokyo. After stuffing ourselves with one of the best yakitori (chicken skewers) I have had in years, we are discussing where to go next. A typical night would continue in a classic fashion – find […]
The Japanese Escapade #1
The first day went by like a summer breeze. No, not like the spring one which gently wraps around your face, stroking you gently on your cheeks, and kissing you a soft goodbye when going on to the next person. This felt like a short, intensive, yet luckily odourless fart into your face. More like whoaaaaa-what-was-that-and-where-has-it-gone. I […]
Day two. Birches.
Music is not only an ornament but a necessity to the Courtier. Baldassare Castiglione, The Book of the Courtier I once had an interesting discussion about creativity with my friend, a game music composer from Sweden. Until then I saw creativity as something wild, huge, and crazy, that allows you to just do anything and everything. […]
Day one, part II. Arrival and Departure.
Michal, the beautiful thing that you’ve just said… is complete utter bullshit. Random Tinder date after 3rd beer Context. It’s all about context. Context influences our perception and ultimately defines how we see, explain, and excuse our behaviour. Sometimes, certain things make us run. The usual reason is to run away from something, to escape […]
Day one, part I. Departure and Arrival.
Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet, […]
Day zero. Resolution
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet, Letter #4 So, why? In my case, the impetus was a rather typical one. One day, life is all colors and music, the other day, life is a fucking dark hole sucking in […]