Letters from Somewhere No.085
I look out the window and see how the grass moves in the wind. Here it touches me to the core. I keep telling myself, this idyll won't stay this way. Let summer come and with it the people from the…
Letters from Somewhere No.084
The feeling has changed. The sun shines through the breaking cloud cover. A loving warmth flows through everything around. Everywhere, life unfolds in blossoms - in bright yellow, gentle violet,…
Letters from Somewhere No.083
Sometimes my life feels like a perpetual escape. From one place to another, rarely staying longer than four weeks. Always just catching a glimpse, never arriving. Riding on a wave of positive…
Letters from Somewhere No.082
I was euphoric when I did my tour along the coast. I was also euphoric when I was working on a website. But what followed the euphoria was different on both days. After the tour I felt fulfilled and…
Letters from Somewhere No.081
We go to the sea every day, often in the evening until sunset. We walk along the beach, stop and watch the waves breaking on the sandbank, or the flock of birds moving above the sand in rhythm with…
Letters from Somewhere No.080
Every morning, the gentle sound of the sea greets me. It is always the first sound of the day. This is followed by the melodic singing of birds. Sometimes a strong wind sweeps across the coast, but…
Letters from Somewhere No.079
On Sundays, they haunt me - the ghosts of the past. They come in the silence, when everyday life pauses. No work is pressing, no shopping is distracting, no hustle and bustle protects against them.…
Letters from Somewhere No.078
Between two grey high-rise buildings, a magical window into another world opens from the kitchen window. The snow-covered peaks of the Parc naturel régional des Volcans d'Auvergne throne there like…
Letters from Somewhere No.077
We're leaving Spain a month earlier than planned. It's not our country. I'm looking forward to France, to Brittany, although I'm not sure where this joy comes from. Is it because I'm happy to leave…
Letters from Somewhere No.076
“She had no one waiting for her at home” - Eliza Kubarska about Wanda Rutkiewicz for the film The Last Expedition Getting up early doesn't work. I keep changing my alarm clock when I've been lying…