Flashback #8 Hannibillica | Kevin Dorney

Ich begegnete Kevin Dorney auf meiner Radtour ans Mittelmeer im Sommer 2011 in Nîmes. Eine Freundin aus Köln hatte mir die Jugendherberge dort empfohlen, da müsse ich unbedingt einen Stopp machen.

Nachdem ich mit all meinem Gepäck im kleinsten Gang einen der sieben Hügel der Stadt erklommen hatte, fand ich ein heimliches Paradies, in dem ich unter Olivenbäumen für wenig Geld mein Zelt aufschlagen und einige Tage Pause machen konnte. Unter den illustren Gästen gab es zwei unbezahlbare Dinge: Tolle Gespräche und schöne Feste.

Kevin las ein Buch über Hannibal Barkas und war so fasziniert von dessen Geschichte, dass er sich aufmachte, den Weg selbst nachzugehen, den der Karthager im dritten Jahrhundert vor Christus mit mehr als 50.000 Soldaten, 9.000 Reitern und 37 Elefanten begann, um Rom zu besiegen. Über 2000 Kilometer, die Pyrenäen und die Alpen zu Fuß - inklusive Kameraausrüstung.

Nun ist das Video endlich fertig. Hut ab!

SUR TON DOS - SPECTACLE(S) IN-SITU - Justine et Frédéri

Eine schöne Verbindung von Kunst und Landschaft.

SUR TON DOS - SPECTACLE(S) IN-SITU - Justine et Frédéri from Frédéri VERNIER on Vimeo.

Gentle / Emotional / Different

I've been in Germany for two weeks now after 102 days in France. I miss the sun. I miss the gentle pace of life. I miss the beauty of the landscape. And I miss the people I met there. Plus three more or less crazy dogs and a pigeon. I wonder if she's come over her coffee addiction.

Coming back to Germany was strange as usual. The first difference is obvious: The weather sucks. I got sick after a week. I'm feeling cold all the time - despite being lucky: The second half of Sepember was unusually sunny this year.

The gentle pace of life? Let's face it: We've got many good ways in Germany. But we rarely walk them in a gentle pace. A funny thing that I just now realize: After two months in France I started to meditate less and less. Once back here I have to start again to cope. Which is basically a good thing - to meditate, I mean.

I didn't consider the Germans to be an emotional people until recently. But now I think: Germans get emotional very easily. They can hardly enter or leave a full train without cooking up, being afraid, stressed, impatient or both angry and very kind at the same time.

It took me some time to understand that I'm different, too, as soon as I cross a border. Think what you will - borders do exist. I've grown up near one. It exists even though it's been practically invisible since the

Schengen agreement in 1985. Once I went there with a Chinese friend who'd been kicked out of his own country as a young man - which changed his whole life and certainly didn't make it easier. He could hardly believe that we'd just entered The Netherlands. The small street just went on. And still. I'm a different person once I'm there or in any other country.

France was great. But it's good to be back again.