Dienstag, 30. August 2016
The new Slovenia
I have been travelling the South Eastern Europe for more than a decade now and I still love coming back when time permits. After I hadn't been to Slovenia for a number of years, it was a pleasure to show friends and family around the country. And it has changed. It is as beautiful as it used to be, but you can see the change tourism has brought about. It has shaken off the dust of Yugoslavia. Ljubljana now looks modern. Or at least modernized. Streets have been turned into pedestrian zones, pedestrian zones have been renovated, shops are new and international. The vivid restaurant scene along the Ljubljanica seems to be hipper than ever and there is even a new bridge across the river.


A new bridge across the Ljubljanica


Heart locks


Art

Traffic has increased like hell. I always thought Germany is bad when it comes to traffic, but Slovenia in summer now beats it all.

Nevertheless: I will be back.


The summer rain is still the same

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Mittwoch, 29. Juni 2016
The Zetra Project
25 years ago, thousands of young people celebrated peace in Sarajevo's ZETRA hall. They protested against a war in Yugoslavia and hoped that it would never start. The rest is history. 25 years later, the ZETRA projects collects memories of those who were there. Were you? You can contribute here:
http://www.zetraproject.com/ [German]

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Mittwoch, 8. Juni 2016
The incredible joy of long summer evenings
The Netherlands also reminded me of the joy of long summer evenings when I was reading outside until almost 11 pm without a light.

Near Amsterdam at 10 pm
Schiphol. (novala)

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The incredible joy of honey bread
I stood in front of these shelves in a supermarket in the Netherlands today. Several shelves full of honey bread. Different sizes, different flavors, all nothing but beautiful. The mere sight of brown, moist honey bread brings back the scent of Northern Germany, the scent of a cup of tea in the afternoon with cracking candy sugar and cream, scent of early darkness in winter, the scent of red bricks and rhododendron trees. If I were ever be able to write one, I would approach honey bread with love poems.


Honey bread. (novala)

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