Here, I have the honour to sleep
Who on earth goes camping under a highway? Sometimes I really don’t understand people. Well, actually, I often don’t, but that’s a different story. I had read something about the campsite I ended up at.… Lees meer…
Month: July 2026
Country number three
Writer’s happiness What a luxury, what a gift, my night in that little white house. In the early morning, when I am full of inspiration, I can simply slide from my mat to the table.… Lees meer…
Sweden can wait another day
Will they do it or not? For the second morning, I wake up in my shelter in the clearing in the woods. I am calm again after yesterday’s day at the church. Exciting, because I… Lees meer…
The loss of my safety net.
Fear and panic At night I lie awake sweating. Not because I’m warm. Not because something is happening outside my shelter. Fear is in my head. Old trauma of getting lost suddenly resurfaces. I feel… Lees meer…
Against the current
Wheelchair-accessible shelter My shelter is not really intended for sleeping. There is a table and a bench, just wide enough for my mat. It’s a good thing I sleep quietly, otherwise, I might roll off.… Lees meer…
Mr. Boring
Pirates? As I drink my coffee in my sleeping bag, a little boat approaches. Two men skillfully jump out of the boat. They walk in my direction. What do they want? A strange feeling creeps… Lees meer…
