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the diagnosis

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This is a post about how I was recently diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and what I think it means for me – and for the walk. When I got on a flight to Frankfurt at the beginning of June, I felt happy and scared at once. Happy, because I was hoping to finally get vaccinated […]


Gussman

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We all refer to each other using different names. My German friends call me Christoph. In English I usually introduce myself as Chris. Over in China some people know me as Leike, or rather: Laolei. And I like to imagine that my cats refer to me as The Fun-Thing™. Lately I seem to have acquired […]


Strudel and Misha

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When I was about to return to Tbilisi from Frankfurt, I felt nervous. Would my luggage be overweight? Had I forgotten anything important? Would I be able to catch my connecting flight? And, most importantly: would the cats still recognize me? A friend had been taking care of the apartment and of the cats for […]


sponge relief

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When Babua finally decided that it was time to go I mustered all my strength. and then I gently placed him in his carrying case. We took a taxi to the vet. It was a warm day, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The vet, noticing that it was a bit difficult for […]


Babua came to live

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This is Babua. He is an old cat from the yard where I used to live. His body is black and skinny, his head is massive, and his eyes always look as if he’s angry. He got this name in February. Being a yard cat means that nobody knows exactly how old he is, but […]


I look like shit because…

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It’s mid-December 2020, and Christmas is approaching. I’m still in Tbilisi, trying not to get a Covid infection. After doing alright during the beginning of the pandemic, Georgia looks pretty bad now. Oh, and the stupid Coke-museum remains nowhere to be found. Sometimes I look at what other travelers are doing on the interwebs, and […]


okay okay

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Finding people to adopt cats in Tbilisi has been difficult. There are just so many street cats here. Coco and Toto want to have a home, though. I have tried asking around, and I have tried posting on Facebook. There are specialized groups for this kind of thing. When a few people responded to my […]


my first friend Huihui and the Sea

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I met Huihui on the fourth day of my walk, about eighty kilometers from Beijing. I was very shy and insecure about my project at that time, and I didn’t know what to expect from people. So when this stranger on his bicycle showed up next to me and started asking me questions (where are […]


Bye Bobona

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Today Bobo was extra nice. He sat on my shoulder while I was making breakfast, then he came to sit on my lap, purring until he fell asleep. Meanwhile, his siblings and his mom had gone outside and found a place on top of one of the neighboring roofs. When I finally went out and […]


stranded in Georgia during Covid19

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Funny how I have randomly ended up in a country that seems to be handling Covid19 pretty well, at least so far. Today’s stats for Georgia are: 721 total cases out of which 485 have recovered and 12 have died. Why the success? I think it comes down to luck and vigilance. Luck, because Georgia […]


wanna be a slave?

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The Chinese language has a slang word called 猫奴 (maonu) – it means “cat slave”, and if your arms, hands, and legs look like this, then maybe you’re one of us: Each drip of blood a decoration. It’s been two months that Coco, Toto, and Bobo dropped from the sky and into my life. Since […]


The Three Musketeers

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These were strange times. Usually, when the leaders of the Communist Party of China mismanaged their country, it only affected the rest of the world in a rather indirect way. Every time when, over the last several decades, thousands or even millions of Chinese people died, the world would just shrug it off. Look over […]


ten tips on how to keep a journal

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I used to call it a “diary”, until I looked it up and found out it’s not. It’s a journal. According to the internet, a diary is where you take notes of your daily activities. A journal is much more than that. You put your personal thoughts and reflections into a journal. Okay then. A […]


the snapping sound

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This is a bit awkward. I was going to return to Turkey at the end of the month and continue walking. That was the plan. And so in order to be fit, I had been taking it easy, trying to do my exercises and get rest and eat and read and work on my pictures. […]


sphere

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I have never been particularly good at waiting, even after all this time. But I try. I spend a lot of my time editing my photos. I read. I go for walks. I play with the cat. I watch tv shows and movies. I find out that Bojack Horseman gets good once you’re ready to […]


black

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Where did you come from? When were you born? Who are your folks? And what are you looking for? How the hell are you so black that you look just like a blob? And – I really want to know – why are you in my seat all the time?


the Hanover smile

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I’m home, taking care of a few things. The Caboose is waiting for me in Turkey, and sometimes I can hear her call. What can I do but softly whisper back, telling her to wait just a bit longer, just until the end of March. She says she understands. But she keeps on calling. Meanwhile, […]


until then

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I’m staying in Batumi, in an old apartment that has been turned into a hostel. The walls are almost twice as high as a person, and they are covered in wood panels. I mostly stay put on a couch, reading, having trail mix and tea, playing Mario Kart, listening to the sound of heavy rainfall […]


riding the bus is harder than walking

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Everything happens so quickly. The bus door opens and closes, the engines start humming, then a stream of familiar places rushes by outside of the window. Sometimes I think of a person whom I’ve met here or there, or of a cat or a dog. Every time we go through a tunnel I find myself […]


forty million and two dreams

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I wake up late, and when I do, I remember my dreams. There were two. The first was about me arriving at my home on my final day of walking. There was a sense of relief that I had made it, but there was also a sense of panic that I had forgotten something. The […]