Category Archives: Bicycle Stories

Als ich ein kleiner Junge war…

When I was a little boy I could lie for hours on a meadow, dreaming away and watching a bug climbing up a blade of grass forgetting all about the world around me. I became so absorbed in the bug’s world that it almost felt as if I could accompany my new friend on its…
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Radreisen? Warum?

It is early in the morning and I’m sitting in front of my tent chewing my muesli, having a cup of coffee. It is still a bit chilly so I’m sitting on my thermomat with long pants and a fleece jacket. The sun is shining in my face and its rays tickle my gut with…
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Zu Hause

Coming home, unlocking the door. Everything appears to be so solid, nothing makeshift, for transition. Entering. Flowers on the table. In the closet heaps of fragrant, clean laundry. There is variety. Color and style are the criteria, not cleanliness and compatibility to momentary climatic preconditions. There is a bathroom, reverentially used for the first time.…
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