thoughtless abuses

Another thoughtless abuse of the Gosausee in Salzkammergut

Another thoughtless abuse of a national park - lange lacke, burgenland

Another thoughtless abuse of the istrian east coast

2020

Another thoughtless abuse of the Stopfenreuther Au

2019

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6 v Bon Voyage is a series of events. Musicians, poets and visual artists perform against the backdrop of slides projected into trees and bushes. Bon Voyage was invented in times of pandemic, when travel was almost impossible and so is done in a different way

3 v An afternoon in Rovinj. Late October, perhaps early November. You are wearing a chic jacket, adapted to the autumn season. Few tourists are on the go. Actually none anymore. I stand on the bank and look out to sea. The sea attracts me, I want to dive into it. I undress on the promenade. There is only the sea and I. And I jump. Without making sure that I can take the temperature of the water. I can. I am swimming. I like the cold. I like the clarity. I like the pure loneliness. I like swimming out. But I also turn back. Again and again. I have changed since immersing myself.

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1 v The most beautiful thing I felt inside It's so pure and delicate, it's hard to imagine And if I want to dare to sink into my thoughts, So the feeling has vanished for me. And what is it that so delicately sprang from me? I do not know and I cannot reveal it; The purest part of the soul can only feel it And it's locked deep in my heart

1 v I fall into the ocean without stopping I sink into the unfathomable depth of your eternity for a moment I overcome the illusion and may taste the sweetness of peace At the same time - my heart is on fire kindled by the love of your sea that touches the bottom of my soul and lifts the veil of truth - for a quick glance ...

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Two of my three children accompanying me through the forest, into rooms, across areas. I am breaking down from time to time. Taking a position that suits my children more than me. They accept it. The confusion is not theirs, it is mine. I don't know, what causes it. It is only guesswork that leads to new guesswork, into a labyrinth that could panic if I hadn't been caught in it for so long.

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1 v We keep looking for something. Or we go looking for the first time. Or we are always looking and cannot end it. For the meaning of life - or for something else. On a windy day that makes the temperature seem even lower, the search becomes more difficult and what we found out could be blown by the wind.

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1 v Piran, Slovenia. Even after a dozen visits, I can't help but love this not entirely unique little town near the border with Italy and Croatia with its thousand details. Coming here gives me the confidence that a McDonald's branch in Mexico gave me in 1977. Everything always remains as I remembered it. I scrape my hands and feet on the sharp edges of the breakwater, I lie on pebbles and sunbathe until my head aches and the sun has done its work on my skin. In the evening I go to dine and notice that cevapcici are prepared completely unchanged since they were invented so that I am still plagued by stomach pains on the second day after. Giuseppe Tartini lifts his hat. Limestone everywhere. And it's loud. At dawn from the brooding seagulls, all day long from the tourists and mopeds in the narrow streets and in the evening from people who come to eat in flip-flops. I smoke too many cigarettes, drink too much wine, eat too much meat, fish and french fries. Too much of everything. And the wonderful, crystal clear sea and the sea air. I'll be back there asap.

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