fuck your social media

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I stayed one more day, and I walked around a little bit, trying out my new inlays. I had lunch with my friend Robert, whom I hadn’t seen in a year. He told me that I looked like shit, and that I needed a vacation.

The word “vacation” might sound a bit weird in the context of someone who has been walking along the Silk Roads for the last two and a half years. But Robert pointed out the obvious: a vacation wasn’t only about physical rest. He told me to try turning off the phone and the computer for a day or two and see how that felt.

“Will you do that?” he asked, and he sounded concerned.

I was still pondering that thought when I stood on the bridge that crossed the river Isar, looking at the sunset over Munich:

sunset over Isar

Who will take care of my social media when I am offline? I wondered as I was boarding the train home to the north.

train home

I had asked Robert the same question, and he had had a pretty specific answer: “Fuck your social media.”

When I arrived in Hannover, I had to wait 40 minutes for my train home to the village. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to a café and ordered a ginger mint tea with a slice of lemon:

ginter mint tea

Fuck my social media? I thought, taking a sip of my tea.

It tasted like pure health.



  • Lars Reimer

    Hallo Christoph, ich glaube, er hat Recht. Vielleicht kannst du so die Freude an deinem Projekt wiederfinden oder etwas anderes finden. Bin gespannt, wie es bei dir weitergehen mag. Grüße aus Berlin, Lars

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