on the road

7 days in October


ethiopia – the tukul

 

I learned my lesson, when I first entered a Tukul. every item in the house and every corner were designed. the bread we were eating was decorated. I understood, people who live here are rich. they have the ability to live here. I only know how to buy food in the supermarket


Albania – Gjirokastër

the Greeks founded the city, the Turks came for centuries, Italians and Germans occupied the town during World War II, the dicator enver hodscha was born here in the streets of the lunatics, nearby the house of the writer Ismael Kadare. the stones just saw everything


devil’s party


rwanda – bicycle days


imagine

south africa with no fences


on the road – the shop

shops are great. I’m a great fan of this little oases in the modern shopping- world. the first time I realized a shop was already a while ago. somewhere in the middle of nowhere I stepped into that little container and discovered my life-line for the next days. a place like a paradise,  shop are full of everything and I needed all


on the road – the bicycle

for some years I collected all the money and than finally I could buy one.I bought my first own bicycle, when I was 13. it was a nice white french racing bike. like the one Bernard Thevenet wone the tour. ten gears and I felt like a king. I used to rid the bike with a glance in my eyes!

I still see this glance in the eyes all over the world


discovering yemen – the nomad

surrounded by traditional clay skyscrapers I looked down to the ancient terraced fields. I was traveling with the honey nomad and together we are following the rhythm of the bees throughout the year. now they are in the Yemini mountains. lovers secretly are sending honey to their love. the rooftops of the city are belonging to the lovers. honey is magic


yemen – the story

I’m really addicted to this taste.  coffee tastes like chocolate, sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter. since my first cup of coffee I always wanted to see where coffee grows. the story of  coffee started from here, the port of Mokha in Yemen. Mokka was the name of the first coffee served in Stanbul, Vienna, Le Havre and Amsterdam
Mokha doesn’t exist anymore


playing the ball

a journey to play the ball


Nepal – on the road again

full of no coffee. first thing in the morning. we run into that energetic bunch of ladies, who kept us busy for a while. we found the public phone at some point later and ended up in a school again


Armenia – cowboy days


georgia days – kazbegi

everyone told us about this magic mountain. kazbegi. so at one day we had time and decided to travel. finally we were alone with the mountain


sri lanka journey – waiting for the fish

somewhere in the south of Sri Lanka. Years ago, this region was hit by the tsunami. Day after day I watched the fishermen. we became friends. On my last day, they took me on their boat and we went on a fishing trip in the bay. then they had to pull the net ashore ….


we have Wuppertal

there is no reason to come here. normally. nothing special here. sometimes the train doesn’t even stop. the suspension railway is moving through the middle of the town. good friday is different

 

CENTURION: Where is Brian of Remscheid?!
BRIAN: You sanctimonious bastards!
CENTURION: I have an order for his release!
BRIAN: You stupid bastards!
MR. CHEEKY: Uh, I’m Brian of Remscheid.
BRIAN: What?!
MR. CHEEKY: Yeah, I– I– I’m Brian of Remscheid.
CENTURION: Take him down!
BRIAN: I’m Brian of Remscheid!
VICTIM #1: Eh, I’m Brian!
MR. BIG NOSE: I’m Brian!
VICTIM #2: Look, I’m Brian!
BRIAN: I’m Brian!
VICTIMS: I’m Brian!
GREGORY: I’m Brian, and so’s my wife!
VICTIMS: I’m Brian! I’m Brian!…
BRIAN: I’m Brian of Remscheid!
CENTURION: All right. Take him away and release him.
MR. CHEEKY: No, I’m only joking. I’m not really Brian. No, I’m not Brian. I was only– It was a joke. I’m only pulling your leg! It’s a joke! I’m not him! I’m just having you on! Put me back! Bloody Romans! Can’t take a joke!


southafrica – working class heroes


nepal – the new road

the farmers build this road to have an better access to the sky. for us Sulichor was already quite high and we were soon out of breath. but we wanted to see this new road.  and we started early and crossed the bridge. we were on the new road. we wanted to tough the sky, had some chat with the construction workers and followed the caravans untill the end. we stayed over night


once upon a time – little heroes

the war against Iraq was almost starting. in the spring 1991 we were waiting in Diyarbakir what would happen. most of the journalists did’t knew that another war already had started years earlier. every day Kurdish villages along the border in Turkey were destroyed and the inhabitants expelled. only the daily work of human rights association staff and some kurdish journalist gave a voice to the displaced inhabitants


once upon a time – king of the road

it was the beginning of a long journey. and we followed this road, not knowing where we would end up. we didn’t knew that this was the last journey through Turkey in 1984, we could do in peace


once upon a time – gecekondular

they arrived all together with the sunset after traveling a couple of days from the far east. and they came full of dreams and in their best clothes. but now they had to hurry up. the roof had to be build overnight in the gecekondu. the roof was there the next morning and protected their dreams. they were tired but happy because they became part of the ommunitiy in one of the illegal gecekondular around Istanbul. everything was organized by inhabitants themself. they are looking after the water and sanitation, the electricity and the roads. even the public busses started to stop at the gecekondu


the steel maker

this morning we started at 3.00h. from the moment we first met, they made it clear, the work as a steel maker is something very special. they said, here in that steel factory everyone has to love steel making. all are starting in the middle of the night to cook the steel at 1500° C just to be ready at the next morning to caste the steel into the new forms


once upon a time – the teacher

Pazarcik became our teacher for this summer. at first, we refused to learn anything. the longer we drifted, the more we began to understand. everyone had to do their job to make life work

 


once upon a time – the ceremony

we stayed the whole summer. our days drifted away. we were hanging out in the village surrounded by cotton fields. Pazarcik became our place. day by day the big event was getting closer and closer.
one day the sheep started bleating outside the door. the big day started – a new family was born