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January 25, 2020
Sunset at the Hollywood Sign. The wind in my hair, the sun in my face, and some unicorn dust in my heart. Not down where the sign has only the font size of a phonebook when you look up, but as close as you can get. It must be possible.
Unknowingly, my plan fit perfectly into the Sign’s history: short-sighted and maybe a bit daft. I set off in heat that topped 93F on a journey into the Hollywood Hills, over deserts of dust, and into total darkness with insufficient charge on my phone. Before the end, I will need two flight attendants to save me.
October 19, 2019
The neon light of the gas station gleams in total darkness. I bend over the car and scrape a monstrous insect from the windscreen while the warm wind messes around with my hair. A wall of black clouds slides over the sky on the horizon and an intergalactic lightning illuminates the loneliness of the desert for the blink of a second. We're in Green River, Utah. Just a stone's throw from Arches National Park. We have to get up at five o'clock tomorrow to watch a romantic sunrise. Life can be hard. This is the story of a fieryred rock gate, canyons that look like goose necks, and a fantastic road trip with my miraculous doppelganger.
September 22, 2019
After four months in the woods of Wyoming, the shrill and crowded metropolis crashes into the iceberg like the Titanic. I am the iceberg. I'm standing at LAX Airport like Gretel, wrapped in a cloud of smog between roaring horns and yelling homo sapiens, by trying to find some breadcrumbs that give me a clue of how to find the subway. I have no idea yet that I will be fighting my way to my Airbnb across the entire city in two trains and three buses for the next three hours. By meeting almost everyone from rail security to a drug dealer. Hello, Los Angeles!
September 7, 2019
I gaze and smile into the camera with my pilot sunglasses on my nose. The sky is bright blue and the sun reflects in the glasses. Who could have known that just a few hours later I was hanging in a steep wall with no hold, while the blood was running from my boyfriend's legs?
Sometimes all cinematic impossibilities come together and a high-flying adventure suddenly turns into a blatant disaster. The crucial moment is when you realize the difference but can't make it undone. The moment you turn around for the first time and realize that there is nothing between you and the 1300 feet deep ground with the small green river.
August 3, 2019
My eyes are burning and I have a frenetic aversion against writing one more line into my silly travel diary. In the past weeks we have done and seen so many outstanding things that I have hardly come to write them down anywhere. Therefore, here comes now a "Best of" of the most beautiful and extraordinary five experiences from dancing in the snow to a wet butt on a river rafting tour to gigantic outdoor art in the mountains and a super-lovely visit from friends in Germany.
July 5, 2019
Wind tears the blaring silence apart like a velvet curtain on the stage in complete darkness. Dry grass bends over in the invisible air currents until it touches the dusty ground. These are the
only sounds on that evening, just before the golden hour, before the sun disappears behind the black edges of the rocks. Sure?
My eyes are fixing the mountain range - and the mountains seem to look back. I feel something like a second heartbeat inside me. The call of the mountains. With the intensity of an electric shock. Here comes the attempt to explain the fascination of mountain hiking.
June 15, 2019
"Holy Shit Moly!" I shout gallantly and in discrete megaphone volume across the hills. There is steam and hissing everywhere. Small bubbles rise out of a yellow pond in front of me. Like someone
spilled freaking hot Fanta by accident.
I'm in the Upper Geyser Basin of the Yellowstone National Park.
Between the tops of the Rocky Mountains lays the largest concentration of geysers in the world. Some erupt at a definable time, many are unpredictable. But basically it doesn't matter, because the sheer rainbow splendor of their existence lets my camera lens crack and gives me the feeling of having an LSD trip on Mars.
June 2, 2019
May 19, 2019