1. stop
  2. breath
  3. write
drift
unconsciously walk into one direction
run
overcome everything
fly
loose your connections

first drift: 25.11.2023 15:46 (10 Min. drift)

first thing which comes to my mind when i think about how i grew up is the house of my parents. but not the actual flat where i grew up. the house was build when i was three or four years old. or maybe even earlier. i am bad with numbers. or rembering specific dates. there is a field in the back of the house. my parents took pictures. one time i got lost. i was still young. walking around in the mud of the field. i got stuck. my parents where looking everywhere until they saw me standing in the muddy field behind our house. my father took a picture. i was not happy. it must have been cold because of the rain. but i cant remeber the feeling. i also cant rember the situation of beeing stuck. not being able to move. i can only rember the picture i saw later. when i was already older. now that i think about it i am thankful for my father to take pictures with his digital camera. the house was build complelty out of wood. it was warm but also sometimes dark. like the material was able to have different moods. sometimes comforting, warm and wholesome. sometimes dark and narrowing down the inside space. after serveral years of living in this house my parents started to rethink their deciscion of building it complelty out of wood . maybe it was not trendy anymore. now it was a different fassade. i dont know how the material is called. it gets more cold. but also more bright. i think i like the new fassade better. it looks more frendly.

run 25.11.2023 15:56 (2 Min.)

growing up on the country side is fun. there is space. space you can explore. even if it is only the garden of your parents house. the village i grew up is not small but also not big. the house of my parents is located at the end of one street. if people go there by mistake they always had to turn in front of the house. it was nice. the garden is wild.