Posts tagged “Photography

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


celebration day

 I grew up with carnival. it was part of my life. every year I came back to Cologne. just to celebrate the end of the winter and the beginning of a new season. there is nothing to celebrate anymore

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berlin – looking out of my window

I leaned out of my window for 25 years, our Karl-Marx-Platz in Berlin-Neukölln is something special since a long time. it was a pleasure to see what happened in our neighborhood.
here I have seen time pass. over the years I have seen many shops open and close again. neighbors moved in and out. the place has endured everything. now we go

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devil’s party

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rwanda – bicycle days


imagine

south africa with no fences

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gdr – the last birthday party

my father Franz always told me, never go to a party you’re not invited. I did it once. I smuggled myself into a birthday party. everything was well prepared, entertainment for the kids, big pieces of pork for the elderly, beer and Elvis. suddenly everything changed on that day. it became the last GDR – birthday party ever. the GDR doesn’t exist anymore. I should have listened to Franz

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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eastern germany – a dream

1995 the ban against industrial hemp was lifted. 1996 farmers all over started to cultivate industrial hemp. the hemp museum in Berlin showed the usage of hemp. somewhere in Eastern Germany was the hope to reactivate a regional economy. at the same time patients were fighting for the right to use hemp as medicine. the baker tried his best. Charly was the only one who simply enjoyed

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Armenia – cowboy days

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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

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Kreuzberg tales V

Ok, we were young and wild. we wanted to change the world. for some strange reason this idea always ended up in some fighting in the streets. since then a lot of things changed in my little neighbourhood Kreuzberg. we became famous and a newborn tourist attraction with bars and music clubs

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Kreuzberg tales II

many years ago I discovered a hidden world. just next door.  my neighbors come here from all over the world. they brought their religion with. the backyards of my neighborhood have become very spiritual and I am blessed by all religions

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Kreuzberg tales

more then 30 years I’m living now in this neighbourhood Kreuzberg, a Berlin quarter. in the early years it used to be the end of the world. the berlin wall surrounded us in this days. now Kreuzberg has changed. going around today is sometimes more than crazy. always there are new thing to discover. Kreuzberg is full of stories to tell. but all in its proper time

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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 ….

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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

 

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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!


once upon a time – the steelworker

it is really a while ago. it stank pitifully around factories, the noise of the work was in part unbearable. but there was something else, this fascinating world of work that could be found somewhere in these walls. the work of little working class heroes

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southafrica – working class heroes

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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

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