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7-0-0-0

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When we got up, we packed the Caboose and took her outside, upon which we immediately set her down again… …for this was our place to dance: We had come up with a plan to dedicate this historical 7000km dance to heroes of our childhood. I guess it’s not up to us to decided whether […]


6-0-0-0

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I woke up knowing that I would dance today. But when I looked at my foot I didn’t really feel like doing anything: I left anyway. With my iPhone gone, I didn’t have any mobile internet anymore. I owned another phone, a Samsung that I used solely as a pocked camera. So I went to […]


5-0-0-0

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I woke up to a good sky: Some clouds with a bit of sun, not too warm yet, but not too cold either. The mountains were still there in the distance: There was no road except the freeway to walk on: When it got hot around noon, I found an underpass and climbed down under […]


4-0-0-0

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When I woke up, I knew I was going to have to dance. But before, I first walked a bit through the residential areas of the oil city: …often, when I’m looking at buildings like these from the outside, I can’t help but wonder what might be going on inside. Are the people in there […]


3-0-0-0

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When I got up, I wasn’t sure whether I would get to the 3000km marker today. …well eventually I did, so I had to name this post “3-0-0-0”, but if it hadn’t been for that, I could have chosen from these three working titles: 1) “the Chinese dream” 2) “Aaah, it’s a foreign invasion!!” 3) […]


2-0-0-0

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This is me after precisely two thousand kilometers: More hair (1-0-0-0). And another reason to get down: This time unfortunately, I wasn’t able to convince anyone to join me on the dancefloor. Anyway the old guy in the back said I had done a good job. I’m going to take that as a good omen. […]


1-0-0-0

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This is me after precisely one thousand kilometers: Feels good, I can tell you that. A time to celebrate, a reason to get down: Okay, it’s stupid. But the very last bit when I’m trying to pick up my stick always makes me laugh. … As nice as it is, I can’t allow myself to […]