Journal
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Intrusive Thoughts
These days I live in a quiet town in the east of France. Exceptionally safe. People leave their things outside, they don’t use locks on lockers, they don’t worry about securing their doors. Nothing happens here. Nothing odd. Just what you’d expect from a place like this. The other day I passed by the police…
Keep reading…The River
This year I returned to Briançon, a small town nestled in a valley in the French Alps where I had stayed for a couple of weeks last summer. This place, resting between towering mountains and medieval fortresses, breathes a mystical, almost dreamlike air. When I arrived here last year, I befriended Pablo, a Spaniard who…
Keep reading…The Flies
Something I noticed in this house in the south of France where I’m staying is that there’s a considerable number of flies. In every room, there are at least two buzzing around. I was told it’s because, not long ago, flocks of hundreds of sheep passed through the area. One thing I didn’t know about…
Keep reading…The start of the journey
Transitions are hard, but this one was particularly turbulent. Just a week before the big trip, the situation looked like this: The apartment was fully furnished. I had planned to move things out gradually, with small daily trips, but my car was running on empty, and due to the fuel crisis, the lines at gas…
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