Moving my mind anywhere
Holiday season is not far away, so time to mentally prepare for the next flight whereever. Here to be seen the perfect place for training and testing the real economy-class. A soft take-off or landing can not be guaranteed, but welcome on board.
Wishing you happy and safe travels whereever it may be.
Our world means a never ending diversity, we must only put this labyrinthic puzzle together again and again. So here are some of my favorite impressions and points of view in this regard.
Warning Sign / Montafon Valley, Austria
Lonely bush in the Sahara / near oasis of Tamerza, Tunisia
The silkmaker / El Paso, Island of La Palma, Spain
Mural / Lagos, Portugal
Roots Gorge / Kazimierz Dolny, Poland
Festival of Lights / Berlin, Germany
Cliffs at sunset / Sagres, Portugal
Each place has a history and tale untold which needs to be revealed and spread again. First it seems to be more an instant stumbling, but rapidly the first syllables are being uttered by an archaic reflex leading to further unknown obstacles and dubious signs at remote locations wiped off our mind.
In the tunnels of a now globalized perception the restless nomad gazes deeply surprised and concerned on the multiple colours of common oblivion. This shock urges to move quickly forward in this labyrinth created long time ago. Here dead objects start a new life unexpectedly.
To climb on the Kilimanjaro of junk and waste is not only a dream in order to discover the beautiness of varied things simply thrown away, instead this may serve as well as a dooropener and humus for the forests of the future grown on rusty constructions of the past. Now time has come to dig a little bit deeper.
On stony steep paths a vague monument can be reached at the horizon finally: the ruthless wall of fame torn down by insistent history. Time to relax after another short survey of contemporary ruins and related dumping grounds – to be continued.
Every big city offers diverse hidden corners quite often disregarded and ignored. So here are some pictures from my home-town showing the steadiness and flexibility of nature in a great municipal area full of people, technology and traffic. This is even surprising me regularly and unexpectedly.
I made this photograph long time ago with analog technique in the Sahara of Southern-Tunisia during an oasis trip from Tozeur to Tamerza – still one of my favourite travel remembrances showing a single bush in an area of burst soil most likely due to more heavy rainfalls some time ago. When ever I watch this photograph again, the quite bizarre scenery reminds me of the power and resilience in life and nature against all the odds.
Again we have to observe that megalomaniac leaders bustle about at the horizon and assure the amorphous serpents creeping over the streets that it would still be a grand creation to survive on these rails of civilization. A blotted vision attacks the alien visitor in a fever of amok: a false expectation and endless questions. So why should one still continue the decoding of the round-about in the interspace of opulent stoppers while copulating with the mimicry in legendary madness effects and all this just in order to get a further permission here in the globalized desert?
Stupid collapsing quant, because you only smell excitement behind the balloon where the mutants dehumanize riotings, but the silo remains stable in the molecular wind where the weird insight’s silver awaits the later coming invader. Dilettantes, your stirring must be louder than such a smelly metadiscourse. Filth must vanish under the slogan: One blight on the nation for everybody! Because now, it really becomes embarassing in Europe.
No illusion is capable to fake this universe – neither a symbolical reversal of a digital graphic nor an allegorical exaggeration at the banks of the revolt. The eternal shadow of ourselves sticks to us like death and reminds us to accept intensely the temptations of this myth because the realm of shadow can not be organized. In no hiding place this treasury can be revealed after the magic language of left places signified to give up the cool silence and to trust the spectacular wild paths leading finally through the foggy gorge and osseous labyrinth of urbanized and postmodern misunderstandings.
“In 1519 Hernan Cortez, the great Spanish conquistator stormed and took the city of Mexico-Tenochtitlan. He did not then, and he never knew, that it was built upon the ruins of the Mayan civilization. Five years later he travelled across what is now the little republic of Honduras, hacking his way foot by foot through an almost impene-trable forest given over to reptiles and insects and the odours of putrefaction. Had he turned aside from the path he was cutting, by only a fraction, he would have come to a little stream where he would have found in the midst of all this luxuriant foliage the ruins of what had once been a great city. It was the city of Copan, the chief light amongst others such as Tikal or Palenque of the Mayan civilization which existed between A.D. 176 and A.D. 620. They are still, far from all other human habitations, lost in the powerful tropical forest which like some sylvan boa-constrictor, has literally swallowed them up and is now devouring them at its leisure, prising the finehewn, close-laid stones apart with its writhing roots and tendrils.”
John Stewart Collis in “The Vision of Glory, The extraordinary Nature of the Ordinary”
Being in nature is sometimes a trip back to history, while in 1998 I used to climb on Mangart mountain in the Julian Alps of Slovenia together with my girl-friend. The trail at some parts is leading directly on the border between Italy and Slovenia (on the photo the white stone with numbers indicates the actual frontier).
Today this means a place of peace and challenge for those climbing on the mountains, but only 100 years ago this was a location of battles and war because this area used to be the Isonzo frontline in World War I, and here the armies of Italy and the Austrian Empire were executing fierce, endless fighting in the mountains up to altitudes of more than 2,000 m.
Relicts of this war without real winner (old military paths, ruins, tunnels) can still be found at diverse scattered locations in both countries. Today only the sky is the limit here fortunately.