When traveling through the world, a lot of papers and funny things are wandering into pockets or travel bags which are normally just thrown away. For reconstructing what has been seen and visited a diary is always of great help. This here is an example for a possible visual retrospection in form of a collaged trails remembrance, all these pieces were collected during one single year in diverse countries.

lybische-etc-collageDiary of tracks – Libyan Alps

To be continued.


benghaziA courageous message by Nada Elfeituri from Benghazi / Libya about the situation in her hometown in the Eastern part of Liba, a country struck by a forgotten civil war and torn into pieces between different tribes, local warlords and the utterly ruthless threat of IS: Till today there are two governments in Tripoli and Tobruk, but both of them are not capable to establish peace again. Allthough the situation is very difficult and crucial you will find normally only very few refugees from Libya in Europe because Libyan people have great pride as children of the great desert there in Northern Africa.

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Brave New Libya

This is how I remember it: There were missiles coming down, and it was pitch black. It wasn’t the missiles that scared us, we were used to them. It was the darkness, mostly, not being able to see what happened if something did hit the house. It was also the emptiness, knowing that most of the neighbours had already left, that there would be no one to call out for help. The morbid anticipation of what could happen was one of the worst parts of the war.

We packed in the dark, consoling our fears with the plan that we’d leave at sun-up, that we couldn’t stay anymore. We had no idea where we would go and we didn’t care. We just had to go.

One thing I vividly remember is that we didn’t lock the doors of the rooms. My dad said, “If we lock them, they’ll break the doors down to…

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