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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Aurillac (Cantal, France) Between two grey high-rise buildings, a magical window into another world opens from the kitchen window. The snow-covered peaks of the Parc naturel régional des Volcans d'Auvergne throne there like silent guardians over everyday life. For almost a week, they were shrouded in fog, as if trying to hide completel...

Gibaja (Cantabria, España) We're leaving Spain a month earlier than planned. It's not our country. I'm looking forward to France, to Brittany, although I'm not sure where this joy comes from. Is it because I'm happy to leave here, or truly because I'm excited to be there again? Of the three accommodations we've stayed in during our thr...

Gibaja (Cantabria, España) ““She had no one waiting for her at home” - Eliza Kubarska about Wanda Rutkiewicz for the film The Last Expedition” Getting up early doesn't work. I keep changing my alarm clock when I've been lying awake for a long time and a thousand meaningless thoughts are running around in my head. The stress from last w...

Gibaja (Cantabria, España) This won’t last much longer. Perhaps we are already on our farewell tour. I keep telling myself that, whispering it at first, as if trying to protect myself. But eventually, it grows louder, unavoidable, and I can’t help but face the truth. The joy I once felt on our trips is gone. Whether we set out for a wa...

Gibaja (Cantabria, España) I take off my headphones, searching for a moment of silence. But there is none. It's quiet, but never silent - footsteps, voices, a constant throbbing fill the room. An oppressive restlessness takes hold of me, followed by a desperate urge to flee. And then a biting, gnawing feeling of helplessness. The paral...

Gibaja (Cantabria, España) You often only realize in retrospect how extraordinary a phase was. Sometimes during it. I knew it straight away. Not immediately when we arrived, but after a few hours and definitely in the first few days. This stay was going to be something special. Now it's over and we're 600 kilometers further northwest i...

Manresa (Catalonia, España) The dirty sidewalks, crumbling facades, and penetrating stench of the city remain an annoyance even after more than three weeks. Too often, I stumble over carelessly discarded trash, avoid dark stains on the asphalt, and involuntarily hold my breath when another gust of wind carries up the acrid smell from s...

Manresa (Catalonia, España) The valleys lie beneath a thick blanket of fog, with peaks jutting out like water lilies floating on a quiet pond. The setting sun bathes the sky in a spectacular display of pink hues. Leaning against the wall of our accommodation, letting my gaze drift through the window, I cannot tear myself away from this...

Manresa (Catalonia, España) I don't know what I expected, probably more than I was offered. Somehow I assumed that we are in the West and the West is rich. That's what I was always told. At school and in the media. And although I never felt rich, which I never was, I was told that I was. Any contradiction was considered inappropriate. ...

Manresa (Catalonia, España) Something must have happened. A tectonic plate has shifted inside me, but it hasn't triggered a quake. It is calm. All I can feel is a deep sense of contentment. The past four weeks have been written inside me like a newly revised code that makes things run more smoothly and fluidly. The meeting with new fri...

Benitatxell (Alicante, España) There are exactly three reasons why we leave the accommodation. When we go shopping, take out the garbage or go on a hike. I've forgotten one, the platform near the house. But I usually go there alone. It's less than 50 meters away and I can look out over the open sea. There is nothing but the sea and the...

Benitatxell (Alicante, España) The pendulum swings far in both directions. Sometimes I am flooded with the greatest happiness and then crushed by deep depression. The center is a place I rarely find. I start most days with a meditation. During this time, I am completely with myself and time itself disappears. Time is precious, I tell m...

Benitatxell (Alicante, España) Will the sea remain in me? Or the rough rocks? Or a clear memory of it? The sound of the sea, like last night? I no longer know whether I can rely on my memory, it is never as clear as the moment itself. And this is always just a hint, a fleeting experience at best. We use the weekends to go out into natu...