welcome to the world of Cusco You will get sunburnt despite a grey, cloudy sky and loads of sunscreen. Still: always, always put on sunscreen. Always, always bring your raincoat, even if there’s not a cloud in the sky. You’ll get rained on at some point, trust me (I got so used to carrying it…
Half a year
It’s been half a year since they announced the lockdown in Switzerland. Last Monday, exactly half a year after my return home, I started university. Half a year. Time flies. So much has happened. So much didn’t take place. It’s incredible how one’s life can change in the course of only half a year. If…
Random details that make a hostel more attractive
While spending family vacations in an old watch factory in the Berner Oberland, I was reminded of a list that I’d started during my travels in South America. It contains a number of items that make a hostel stay more pleasant and the place itself more recommendable. Here we go: – more than one bathroom…
Back to “normal”
These past few weeks, Switzerland has been slowly finding its way back to “normality”. Restaurants are serving food again, museums and zoos have opened their doors and restrictions like the 5-people-rule have been eased. There are more cars and people in the streets again, reclaiming public spaces. Although this crisis isn’t bound to be over…
my skin tells a story
My skin tells a story all the cracks and wrinkles the freckles and birthmarks the scar on my right knee from when I fell running down a hill My skin tells a story of laughter and pain bad times and good moments the sun caressing my shoulders the gentle massage of my grandma’s hands My…
To declutter
I came home with a backpack I’d been carrying around for half a year, having survived with only its contents, even lost certain objects on the way. Back home to my old room and a suitcase and boxes and bags full of stuff. Needless to say, I felt pretty overwhelmed by all the clutter awaiting…
Current state of mind
Extraordinary situation. Uncertainty. Waiting. Cancellations. Not many options. Split-second decision. Jump on a plane, take a train, arrive. Back home. No final goodbye. Fourteen months over, just like that. Plans change. Everything changes. Even so, everything is still the same. Seamless transition to a new routine. Too many projects. Nowhere to go. Too much news….
an afternoon in El Bolsón
resting in the shade of a tree whose name I do not know children hanging from its branches they have not forgotten yet how to play full of innocence and imagination the guitar chords of Bohemian Rhapsody floating in the bohemian air the sweet explosion of raspberries and blackberries leaves my mouth dyed a deep…
una tarde en El Bolsón
caminando por las calles de la ciudad que se va despertando el claxon de los autos la gente yendo a algún lado con propósito y empeño pero sin apuro el vaivén de la feria artesanías hasta donde alcanza la vista hallazgos inesperados el sabroso olor a empanadas recién salidas del horno la dulce explosión de…
Karma’s a b*tch
It might be that I made too many jokes about the new coronavirus, contemplating the paranoia in Europe from afar and not taking it seriously enough. Maybe it’s also because I repeated too many times that I didn’t want to leave South America yet. Either way, I’d finally gotten used to the idea of returning,…