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…
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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…
The solution presents itself naturally
Like a baby’s skin With my tent, I am directly by the water. An idyllic spot that is unparalleled. The water is a little brown, yet also crystal clear. I see the fish swimming and… Lees meer…
You have to trust
I cry I cry. In the morning, upon waking. Light mist hovering over the lake. Markless water. Complete silence. These are tears without sobs. Tears of emotion, of happiness, for all this beauty. The spot… Lees meer…
