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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!


southafrica – working class heroes

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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

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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

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once upon a time – the street

for years, the factory has set the rhythm of life here on the street. all the time I knew the street it was 6’clock, 14’clock and 22’clock. the street was packed then. going to work or coming out. for me the street became my lifeline, while I was working in the factory. the street gave me everything I needed; breakfast, lunch or a couple of beer’s at night

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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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don’t call him duck – the story of Oscar

today I want to tell you the story of Oscar. I knew Oscar for many years. he was always different than the others. in his early years he started to collect all his money and bought a camera. then he started traveling around to see the world. first he took the train. Oscar visited a lot  places over the years. in all the coffeeshops he enjoyed to drink fresh brewed espresso. still Oscar liked to swim in wild water. later on he made one big mistake and started to hang out in bars and restaurants. at the end he met a chef. this was Oscars story

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vietnam – green tea

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have you ever seen the rain?

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playing the ball

a journey to play the ball


Nepal – the new road

they had this twinkle and this glance in their eyes, when they talked about the road. a new way to markets, shops,  hospitals and schools somewhere in the middle of nowhere. we wanted to see this new road. they showed us the way somewhere into hills, as say said. we had to climb up to 4000m. they still called this hills, we call this mountains already Himalaya and it’s the top of the earth

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memories of a vanished world – Aleppo

 


rwanda – bicycle days


south africa – macassar days II


south african


south africa – macassar days


vietnam days – silk road


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


sri lanka journey – perahera festival

for days the town was just talking about the Perahera parade at the temple at the full moon. 70 elephants the monk promised. the first elephants arrived the day before. people waited in the streets. finally with some firework the parade started


south africa – soweto days I

the moment we moved, everything went well. for days I was looking forward to move and then finally we did it. packed everything into Mpohs car and moved. food was exellent. coffee was not the best. inbetween we entertained Didi, the albino python

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vietnam stories – your days are over

it became the talk of the town. for the first time a buffalo fight took place in town. tickets were sold out some days before. then the big day came. tension was high. the fights started in the early morning. for the buffalos the last chance. the butchers were waiting


Kreuzberg tales XIII

night mets the day.  every morning the same. we all met there. coming back from the bar, going to work, or just hanging out. in front of the newspaper kiosk near the Kottbusser Tor. in 1987

 

 


vietnam days – the queens

early morning in Hanoi is special. Hanoi is ruled by the ladies with their mobile kitchens. they are the queens of sticky rice, noodle soup, sausages. they have their little fantastic kingdoms at every corner – all the breakfast food is available. each of the ladies is preparing her speciality. everything is perfectly arranged in that elegant way the ladies prepare food.  it’s magic how they keep all what they need in their mobile kitchen so clean and in order

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vietnam days – the phở bò

for sure she is the queen of phở bò. she prepares the best noodle soup (phở bò) for breakfast I ever tasted. for years now, I always stop at her shop and have my breakfast soup there. even coming from the airport the first thing I do in Hanoi I go for a phở bò. I always had to hurry up, next costumers are waiting

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