Downstream // Germany – Poland

Yesterday, as every night before going to sleep, I soaked a few handfuls of oat flakes, seeds and nuts. The water I used is from the river I've been paddling since last week, the same water I drink myself and all those boisterous little birds that just woke me up.

Crossfire // Germany

I smell it before I see it. At times it's the ferruginous scent of fresh blood spilt on the asphalt and at others, it's the dense stench of rotting flesh.
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