Martin Matanovic

I work, travel and live in different places in Europe and write about it in this newsletter. 
October 12, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 108

Nordhofen Westerwald (Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany) I discover the world around me. I find what's interesting not among people, but in the nearby nature. Luckily for me, forest areas are within walking distance. Dense mixed woodland with firm, wide paths or natural, soft ground. When I'm out there alone, I often stop and look up at the can...
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September 28, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 107

Nordhofen Westerwald (Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany) “The goal of this walk (of every walk) is to look and look well. – Craig Mod” All happiness lies in nature, in solitude and vastness. The vastness – it calms me. Here I find a piece of it again: tranquility and peace. One within me, the other a part from outside. Here the sky is gray most...
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September 21, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 106

Linden-Limmer - Hannover (Niedersachsen, Germany) Beneath my muted joy lies a dull sadness. It pulses quietly but incessantly through my body and rises into my mind. Unwanted thoughts come and stay. My stomach contracts, but not from hunger. I'm in that mood again that always befalls me before we continue our journey. I go to the canal...
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September 15, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 105

Linden-Limmer - Hannover (Niedersachsen, Germany) We visit the kind, elderly gentleman at his honey stand again. Last time we bought two more jars of honey from him and talked about how we bake our own bread. He offered to bring us some sourdough starter. He told us a bit more about himself and we about us. The honey business – what be...
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September 7, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 104

Linden-Limmer - Hannover (Niedersachsen, Germany) I search for them and I find them – there are several moments of silence. Yet I cannot sink deep enough into any of them to truly rest. But that is what I long for: recovery and peace. Behind me lies a series of bad nights, ahead of me days of heaviness. No matter at what point of the d...
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August 31, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 103

Linden-Limmer - Hannover (Niedersachsen, Germany) Why is it so ugly here? Or to put it differently: Why do I perceive it as so ugly? It's not just a question of aesthetics or perception – there's also something dreamlike in it. A longing for a world full of beauty that doesn't exist this way. Not here, at least. I need light and colors...
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August 24, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 102

Kelze - Hofgeismar (Hessen, Germany) The house is gone. Someone else got it. The decision was painful for me. The whole thing wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the way it happened. The first inquiry received a response – we'd be welcome to view the house. Days of silence followed. A new message from me that received no reacti...
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August 17, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 101

Kelze - Hofgeismar (Hessen, Germany) I walked through the same forest two days ago and admired the dark green and dense branches. Now I look at it from the outside and am surprised by the change. Brown and gold mix into the rich green, signs of autumn. In just a few days, the colors of the leaves on the trees have changed. And it wasn'...
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August 10, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No. 100

Kelze - Hofgeismar (Hessen, Germany) Far from home and I have no idea where to go. Home is no longer an idea. It's not even a goal in the near future anymore. And even less a memory of the past. Everything fades. It's nothing more than a word. No images. No feeling. No scent. If it's still something, then it's a tender longing for a pl...
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August 3, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.099

Kelze - Hofgeismar (Hessen, Germany) I am surprised by the calm that is within me. Beyond the horizon lies a future that I neither recognize nor one that worries me. As if I were already in the right place at the right time and didn't need to search for anything else. So this is what it feels like to have arrived. It amazes me how quic...
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July 28, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.098

Berlin (Germany) I wish something of this time here would remain. Some feeling or memory. But it passed by so quickly, and all I have within me is emptiness. A few fleeting encounters and visits. In each moment I enjoyed them, but when I think back to them, I remember little and feel nothing. Perhaps it will come after we've left. With...
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July 20, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.097

Berlin (Germany) There is a certain appeal in having no choice. There is something liberating about having only one path ahead and then walking it. It can be comfortable and relieving not to have to make decisions and simply let things become what they will be. Sometimes it is comforting to hand over responsibility for a decision to so...
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July 13, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.096

Berlin (Germany) “„Time is actually making it worse, because it's taking me further away from when we were there." - paraphrasing from the series Paradise.” We continue to surrender to the Christian notion of life as pilgrimage, changing places again in four-week cycles after having moved on every Sunday for three weeks. Every new plac...
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June 28, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.095

Wolfsburg (Niedersachsen, Germany) “The lost dreams of your childhood. I don’t find them here. I cannot find them anywhere. ” This city surprises me. So much green. So much nature. On the meadow, rabbits lie and run about. They don't even let themselves be disturbed by people walking past them. Not even by dogs, as long as they're on a...
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June 21, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.094

Wolfsburg (Niedersachsen, Germany) We wanted to escape Germany, now we are glad to leave France behind us. Does this mean we appreciate Germany more again? And does this mean we no longer want to visit France? It's not that simple. It's never simple. I harbor no negative feelings toward France. It's just that the time has come to see s...
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June 15, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.093

Hoymille (Hauts-de-France, France) We have left the silence of nature behind us. And with it, the peace that comes with it. There is no such thing here. Our accommodation is located on the upper floor under the roof of a house that looks new from the outside, but inside is marked by time. But also by the rather inadequate care of the o...
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June 7, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.092

Kernormand (Côtes-d'Armor, France) Four young and playful goats, three chickens – one of them very adventurous –, two dear dogs and a shy cat. Trees and meadows and fields as far as the eye can see. Peace. Inner peace. That is now coming to an end. Although I have enjoyed my stay in this accommodation very much, I do look forward with ...
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June 1, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.091

Kernormand (Côtes-d'Armor, France) Some endings seem heavier than others. Some just seem heavy. And others very light. This ending will be heavy. I've assumed this ever since we entered the accommodation. But somehow nothing of that remains now. The excursions have felt heavy instead. Often because little of the initial joy has remaine...
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May 25, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.090

Kernormand (Côtes-d'Armor, France) “I believe them when they say they did everything. They did, but it wasn't enough.” Much of what I need and fundamentally wish for, I find here. We are in a place of peace and stillness, yet I lose myself in the noise of a thousand things. Racing thoughts without direction. Turbulent feelings, most re...
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May 11, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.089

Quimper (Finistère, France) Time flies. I am glad about that because I don't like staying in this accommodation and in this area. And I am sad because it is lifetime that passes, and I wish I could savor it fully. But I use it well. I work on personal projects that I advance. That's a consolation, nothing more for now. I hope it will b...
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May 4, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.088

Quimper (Finistère, France) Above the deep blue water, on whose surface the sunbeams glitter, stretches a light blue, cloudless sky. Two green-covered islands rise from the sea in the distance. In front of them, the white, wind-curved sails of a boat that gently glides across the water. The sun shines. I'm sitting on a flat spot amid t...
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April 28, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.087

Quimper (Finistère, France) Currently, I'm feeling more bad than good. Just mentally bad. I'm not sure what to do, keeping myself busy. Some of it is important, really important, because our future depends on it. Other things are pure distraction. A slow poison that creeps into my mind over time and turns it to mush. Time only exists t...
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April 21, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.086

Quimper (Finistère, France) A difficult start. We arrived at our new accommodation in Quimper. Right after unloading our things, the first check followed as always. Is everything there? Where do we find the most important things? But above all, is it clean? Cleanliness and safety are the points at the top of the list. They guarantee th...
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April 12, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.085

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) I look out the window and see how the grass moves in the wind. Here it touches me to the core. I keep telling myself, this idyll won't stay this way. Let summer come and with it the people from the cities and foreign countries. Little will remain of the tranquility and the untouched nature that has tou...
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April 7, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.084

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) The feeling has changed. The sun shines through the breaking cloud cover. A loving warmth flows through everything around. Everywhere, life unfolds in blossoms - in bright yellow, gentle violet, radiant emerald, vibrant red, and countless shades of green. Yes, green dominates, this symbol of new beginn...
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March 30, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.083

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) Sometimes my life feels like a perpetual escape. From one place to another, rarely staying longer than four weeks. Always just catching a glimpse, never arriving. Riding on a wave of positive feelings whenever I enjoy something. Within that, variations from happiness to euphoria. But then also sinking ...
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March 20, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.082

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) I was euphoric when I did my tour along the coast. I was also euphoric when I was working on a website. But what followed the euphoria was different on both days. After the tour I felt fulfilled and happy, but after working on the website I felt empty and miserable. How do you get the feeling out of yo...
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March 9, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.081

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) We go to the sea every day, often in the evening until sunset. We walk along the beach, stop and watch the waves breaking on the sandbank, or the flock of birds moving above the sand in rhythm with the waves. On the way to the beach, we cross the coastal road. There is a horse in a spacious, hilly mead...
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March 2, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.080

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) Every morning, the gentle sound of the sea greets me. It is always the first sound of the day. This is followed by the melodic singing of birds. Sometimes a strong wind sweeps across the coast, but often there is a soothing stillness in the air. The wide window facing east opens a new world to me every...
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February 23, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.079

Ploudalmézeau (Finistère, France) On Sundays, they haunt me - the ghosts of the past. They come in the silence, when everyday life pauses. No work is pressing, no shopping is distracting, no hustle and bustle protects against them. Especially on days like these, when the rain is pattering against the windows and the world outside seems...
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