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vegetarian

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Nothing better than looking at an empty inbox. Unfortunately, I was a looooooooooooooong way from that. So I spent all day replying to emails. Then I went out and had dinner in a vegetarian place next door: The food was perfect: good and cheap. Still, I missed the days when I was just walking around […]


speaking in Freiburg

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Gave my presentation in a hall by the lake tonight. It was good: Actually Freiburg is always good. And because it was so good, I asked the people in the audience if they wanted to say hi to my good friend Teacher Xie: Turn the subtitles on if you don’t speak Chinese.


speaking in Zurich

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I was going to call this one “back to the circle”, because the whole ordeal reminded me of the bureaucratic hell I had to go through when I ended up before a judge in Kazakhstan several months ago. But then I figured I might as well tell it like it was, and then focus on […]


I love the EU

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I had a bunch of my own books at my place: I was going to take them to Switzerland and sell them at my presentations: But this turned out to be a lot more complicated than I had initially thought. You see, Switzerland is not part of the European Union (or the EU is not […]


Chinese shirt

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When I was on the road in Uzbekistan, when the Caboose got destroyed and I was scared of jackals, I would say to myself: “once I am in Germany, right before my tour through Switzerland, I am going to take it easy and do NOTHING for a while.” Yeah, it didn’t really work out that […]


old maps

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Today I got asked by an elderly relative where Uzbekistan was. I said Uzbekistan was below Kazakhstan. “Can you show me on a map?” she said and handed me a book that looked suspiciously old. It was an atlas from before World War II, from before World War I even. The Russian Federation was still […]


Hungry Steppe by train

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We had to leave. So I asked the owners of the hotel if there was any way I could store my Caboose with them for a few months. “Sure”, they said. Then they showed me a place under a staircase in the yard: There was a large basement just under the hotel, and it was […]


Samarqand

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When we woke up, we came up with a plan. Ruben was going to stay in the city and take care of some things for us there. Book train tickets. Check out some local souvenirs. That sort of thing. I took a cab back to Bulungur and met up with the family who had stored […]


welcome to yolo

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When we woke up, we were still alive. The stove was still burning. The gas hadn’t killed us. So we left the place and got on the road. Bought some bread on the way: Gallaorol looked a bit better in the sun, but only a bit: I got a bit upset at this stretch of […]


gas

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When we got up in the morning, the fog was gone. So we started walking: The city was alright to walk: After a while, Jizzakh disappeared behind us, and we were on a country road: We knew from the map that the road was going to lead through a mountain range, so we were not […]


frozen vacation

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We knew today was going to be tough, because we had seen the whole distance. The thing about walking is this: it seems much harder from a vehicle or an airplane, because then you are able to see large distances at a time. But once you are out there walking on your own two feet, […]


ride ahead

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In the morning, we said good-bye to Tatyana, the friendly lady who was in charge of our hotel in Yangiyer: Then we took a cab back to Ulyanovo and went to Ikram’s house. The Caboose was there. And so was his family. It was Sunday. “Come in for tea!” they said. So we went in […]


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 […]


almost a dance

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When we finally left Gulistan, we got terribly lost in its bazaar: See the gate in the back of the picture? That wasn’t the way out. Well, we walked past Christmas decorations… …and past a sign that said SAMARQAND: This was the first time that I had ever seen the name Samarqand outside in the […]


half day of frost

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We couldn’t leave right away. First we had to ride a car for forty minutes: When we arrived in Yangiyul, we waited for two hours in front of the courthouse: Then I was finally handed my documents. But we couldn’t go back just yet. First we had to register our stay at the hotel in […]


Alexander’s river

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When I woke up, I was greeted by heavy rain. So I went back to sleep. Two hours later, the rain had gone, only the clouds were still there: It was very windy. I crossed the river Syr Darya at this bridge: Wasn’t allowed to take any pictures of the river itself and had my […]


la Cabouse est morte, vive la Cabouse!

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So there she was: The new Caboose: The Caboose 2.0: Nice, huh? We started walking right away, through the bazaar of Yangiyul, filled with cars and cars and people: Then the bazaar gave way to a more quiet road: There was a mosque once: And the road got even more quiet: This was the first […]


respectwalk

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Today Samandar and his dad picked me up, and they had the new Caboose with them: I was excited to take her for a walk, but no. We had to go back to the police and wait around some more. For the third time. I was reminded of my court case in Almaty a couple […]


Christmas Caboose

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Had to go back to the police today. Samandar, the destroyer of Cabooses (who was actually a pretty nice guy) took his best friend along: The whole thing at the police ended up taking a very long time. Then we went to Zafar’s workshop to see how far the new Caboose had come along: The […]


hold me, plastic tree

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Christmas Eve. The one day when I really miss my home. I spent most of it at a police station near the accident site. The cops were alright. They had me write a report in English and came up with a translator. I tried to keep my report as simple as possible: On our way […]