Black Swan

Again I don’t have to say much. This picture speaks for itself. I knew that they exist but I have never seen one before. So behold, the black swan.

Sintra

Sintra. South West Europe. Portugal.
I roam the palaces with my friend from Kasachstan, telling him stories about Conchita Wurst. Then I see him:

He is creation and I even forget about Wurst. I consider the contrast to the Lisbon suburbs that I just had crossed and think of the Bauernbergpark Man.

He would like to live in this park instead. The climate is ideal for Bauernbergpark Men...

Humble and touched I will return home.

I have seen a place with more tourists than in Salzburg.

Cool

It is nice and fascinating though, especially when you walk a bit away from the main tracks.

However, cu soon.

Always leaving town

It is time to travel again. The luggage I’ve left behind or even thrown away is my PhD.

So I am travelling lighter now.

I’ll go to Linz, Wels, Graz, Vienna, Lisbon and back. All I need to do is listen. All I need to do is to perform – and listen some more time.

This is good. There is not too much thinking involved, just breathing in, listening, breathing out, breathing in, performing and finally breathing out again. Nothing more and nothing less than that.

I have recently considered publishing my poetry. However, who cares about that. People tend not to read poetry nowadays, and you cannot compete with Rilke or Whitman.

So what.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Maybe I will put some more of my poems on the blog. However, I will have to discuss this with my manager and best man first.

This morning I read some statistics on pickpockets. Barcelona seems to be pickpocket paradise.

Lisbon is on rank 8 among European cities and regions.

So when I come back I still want to have this device and my other belongings.

So what?

Breathing out.

The traveller is always leaving town…