onsdag 26 januari 2011
tisdag 18 januari 2011
champagneria
We went to this chamapgneria hidden in Berlin that felt like a house-party in someones livingroom, really smokey and dirty. A bed in the basement and a pony. A bathroom without a lock, with a bathtub with an umbrella in it. The staff who doesn't queue but makes me count to 12 and see if she can pee before I say 13. Sofas with cigarette-marks all over them. Champagne bottles to everyone.
the city of grafitti
Never seen so much grafitti in a city before, but it is damn cool because every painting has its own message from the artist. The building with the text "how long is now" is a really stinky, grafitti-filled place where some artists live, work and sell their art. Most of them are not german but came to Berlin with the "artistic-boom" of the city.
tisdag 11 januari 2011
söndag 9 januari 2011
fredag 7 januari 2011
sunset highway
onsdag 5 januari 2011
the story about the rock
I was walking on the beachwalk one sunny day in Agadir, enjoying the sun and the water from the Atlantic ocean on my feet. Photographing people, there were not so many today, but some surfers and others walking around just like me. The beach is very very long - about 8-10 km and at one point I decided to turn around and walk towards the city again. Suddenly, a moroccan man with a tooth missing, poor clothes and scars on his underarm approaches me and says that he just returned from a days work up in the mountains. He shows me, what he says, gives him food on the table every day, the beautiful rocks hidden in the Sahara desert. He opens a rock, that he has cut in halfs and inside, is the beatiful crystals..shimmering in the sunlight. He shows me his scars indicating on hard work in finding these rocks. What a beautiful secret...inside the ugly stone! I gave him about 50 DHS (5€) and the stone was in my hands..
I helped this man and buying myself a beautiful souvenir from the mountains and the grottes...then at night: I felt that something was wrong. You hear stories from tourists buying stuff on the beach or on the street, and it is often not authentic.
Sitting in the hotelroom before bedtime, I take the rock into the bathroom and poor water on the purple shimmering crystals. And guess what? The purple color is all over the white sink and I poor so much water until the color is almost gone! The man on the beach had tricked me and the stone was only a hollow white stone. Even though it didn't cost me a lot of money, the feeling of beeing fooled made me skeptical about everything I was going to buy in markets, souks and so on. I guess I learnt my lesson!
tisdag 4 januari 2011
Souk
The Medina in Marrakech is really huge and it is surrounded by souks (markets) where your can buy everything from spices, old lamps, jewellery to antique or fresh meat. And if you know the real prices of the things that are sold, you can easily lower the price by more than 70%. In the middle of the Medina is the famous place "Djema el Fna" where men are playing with cobrasnakes, children are playing with apes, old men and women are telling stories and the barbeques is on late after midnight.
Djema el Fna
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