The island of priests and prisoners

Solovki, 31.05.2019 It was late when I left Murmansk. I had wanted to reach the port of Rabocheostovsk by 20.00. This now seemed impossible As I drove further South I mentally prepared for camping, at about 18.30 I started to look for a places to pitch the tent. Around here there were no datchas at …

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Murmansk

30.05.2019 The road to the border takes just 15 minutes from Kirkenes. The Norwegian border station was deserted at 08:15 when I walked in. A counter window opened, and a mix of blond Viking Ken and Robocop greeted me, a ton of equipment hanging on his belt, all black, but no weapon. “Hello. Norsk?” “No”. …

Finnish Karelia, Laponia

Kirkenes, 29.05.2019 It's been just 14 days since I left Barcelona, and I'm on another planet somehow. I thought I had changed planets three days ago when I reached Helsinki in the morning. Finland is one of those places in a Scandinavia that seen from Southern Europe or the US is very far away, terribly …

Through Warsaw

Elk, 22.05.2019 After leaving Auschwitz, I drove north to Warsaw yesterday, and left the city northwards today. Below are a few sections with observations from the road. Driving through Poland A lot of very broken people crossed my road, alcohol has an impact. Like the guy that was so drunk he reeled from the side …

Auschwitz

21.05.2019 I've been trying to write down today's impressions for over an hour and I don't know where to start. Of course I've read a lot about Auschwitz, also these days in the wake of my visit. But seeing the place is completely different. I've seen death camps before, like Oranienburg close to Berlin or …

Slesia

Mikolov, 20.05.2019 During my Berlin days I had once taken a trip to Slesia in southern Poland to find the village my grandparents were expelled from after WWII. I remember seeing the places I had heard stories of during my childhood was quite impressive. Now, over a decade later, on my way east I wanted …

Au Revoir Maroc

Barcelona (Spain), 21.04.2014 The motorway from Tarifa back home to Barcelona seemed like a walk in the park after the week driving through Morocco. Fearing a lot of Semana Santa traffic I left early in the morning. There was not much to discover, apart from a curious sight in a restaurant where I tried to get …