3words: Donald Trump Resigns

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@DMM121PA – DMM121PA: Donald, Trump, Resigns. DMM121PA “Have you heard?” said Jesus. “Have I heard what?” asked God. “Donald Trump resigned.” “Donald Who did what now?” “Donald Trump, son of Fred, son of Friedrich, son of Johannes…” Jesus paused for a second, gathering his thoughts: “…son of… I think Johann! Yes, that Donald Trump. He […]


3words: stop him now

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@cassieholland – Cassie: Stop, Him, Now. Cassie The cameras had changed everything. The microphones. The lights. The directors. The crowds. THIS WILL BE GREAT FOR EVERYONE! There he was, his face beaming from one of the screens in the subway car. His makeup was so thick that he almost looked like a clown. But he […]


3words: isolation breathe water

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@galleryladyana – Ana: Isolation, Breathe, Water. Ana She woke up laying on her back, one hand and one foot dangling in the water. There was a moment of splashing and struggling when she tried to sit up and the board under her almost capsized. She managed to regain her balance and look around, and she […]


Pirates

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Every day I would do the same things. I’d take my picture: Then I’d have some tomatoes with some flat bread (and maybe a cookie), and I’d do some work until the early afternoon: Which was time for me to go to the lake and swim and read and be happy. I ran into some […]


overs the water

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See where this is going now? Or nah. Anyway, today I did something that I had always wanted to do. Well, not always. The first time I ever drank alcohol was when I was twenty-seven, so it couldn’t have been before that. Here it is: Find a way to work it out: We know where […]


how to throw a melon from a roof

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I don’t know if any of you remember, but once on my way through China, my brother and I had too many watermelons with us, so we decided to smash one of them. It was a hot day in the summer of 2008, and we filmed the whole thing. Of course it was awesome. So […]


how to eat a melon

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Took another picture: And had a melon: Did you know that the watermelon originated in Southern Africa, and that the pharaohs ate them thousands of years ago? That they (the melons) needed until the 10th century to reach China, which produces more than 60% of the world’s total output of watermelons today? Fun facts about […]


beard into lake

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Took a picture of myself like this, and then I cleaned my face and hopped into the lake: This is what the water looks like: And this is what the beard looks like when it’s in the water: Have I mentioned that my inflatable toy is a donut?


when KFC is new

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Got a pen today: A big fat permanent marker. Then I took a marshrutka back to Bishkek: I had some business left to take care of. I’ll tell you more about it later. And while I was in a shopping mall looking for a spoon and a pack of good green tea, I noticed this: […]


Gymnos

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There is something about Germans and nakedness. Ever since the beginning of time, Germans have loved being naked. All of us. There is no exception. An exception would be inconceivable. So I was very happy when I found this place up on the roof where I could be German: By the way, did you know […]


say hi to Issyk-kul

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I asked the people from the sanatorium if it was maybe possible to find a table for me to put in my room, because I needed to work. And five minutes later… …I was fully equipped: I stood on my balcony for a while: Then I decided to go down and pay the lake a […]


back to Kaji-Say

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Got into another marshrutka today: It was going to take me into the mountains and up to lake Issyk-kul. The ride took four hours, and this was my view out of the window: We stopped only once on our way up: And then I was finally there, in Kaji-Say, a small village on the Southern […]


98,0

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Took a walk through sunny Bishkek: It felt very different from the last time I had been there. There seemed to be more optimism in the air. I guess the sun and the blue sky made all the difference. I went directly to the Tsum (Цум), a large shopping center: I wanted to get a […]


a ride through last September

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I grabbed my stuff and went to the bus station. Having taken the marshrutka to the Kyrgyz border several times before, I knew my way around pretty well. But I was surprised to find these posters advertising the border area of Khorgas (the one that I had previously crossed on my shitty little bicycle) as […]


tears of a hooligan

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Rain in Almaty: So I stayed in. And I learned two things. 1) Remember the big fat black cat Sarkozy, the one who had been my sworn enemy the last time I stayed here? Well, there were more of his kind now, and they were actually quite nice: 2) Remember the little kid from last […]


one thing bout tacos when they hit you feel no pain

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I arrived in Almaty at around nine in the morning: I went to the hostel where I had been staying almost a year ago. I was a bit worried that the people there wouldn’t be able to recognize me with my beard and all, but they just smiled and said: “Oh, it’s you!” Then they […]


meeting with me

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Went to Tashkent railway station today: In Uzbekistan, you are told to arrive forty minutes before your train departs. I usually try to be there at least an hour early. So I hung out in the waiting hall until the train arrived: I felt excited – how would our train pass the border? Would we […]


run from the hanger

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Another day in Tashkent, waiting for my train. I helped a lady from New Zealand get certificates for a few suzanis she had purchased. I was pretty good at that by now. Then we sat down and talked. Why had we decided to travel? I said I just liked to experience things. She said her […]


Party Down is boss

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Stayed in. Sorted some pictures. I had taken more than 18.000 photos in just four weeks (mainly because of the many time-lapse shots). And while I was sorting through my endless archives I watched some Party Down, which is one of the best things to have ever lived on TV: Seriously, this thing getting cancelled […]


dinner alone

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Just like that, she was gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And I had dinner: Alone.