Marseille, Marseille

April 11, 2018

Marseille, Marseille It was enough with only three days. After that I knew it. I had found her: the city I would live in were I ever to move back to Europe again. Mediterranean, sunny, open to the sea and with a deep-rooted transitory identity. Marseille! Hélène, a journalists...

Paint it coloured

February 22, 2018

Paint it coloured If you follow the road next to the sea, taking you past the Corniche and its strollers, joggers and kids, then past Rouche and the signature chunky rock, onwards past resort hotels with names like Mövenpick and Summerland and Coral Beach, and then through the hapazardly built...

Arslanbob – of walnuts, mountains and divinity

July 28, 2017

Arslanbob – of walnuts, mountains and divinity There’s a road leading up from Bazar-Khorgon, a small and dusty town in the Fergana valley, the open lands connecting southern Kyrgyzstan, eastern Uzbekistan and the north of Tajikistan. It leads along a river at first, with houses and small farms on the...

Bishkek in the summer heat

July 26, 2017

Bishkek in the summer heat When the Kara-Kirghiz Autonomous Oblast (the name used for the different regions incorporated in the Soviet Union) was established in 1925, Bishkek – at the time called “Pishpek”, then one year later named “Frunze” – became its capital. The city has since been the...

A mobile garden befitting a princess

June 10, 2017

A mobile garden befitting a princess There are few better places to hide from a sudden burst of rain than a small, half hidden, temporary garden set up in the corner of a roundabout in the middle of Berlin. Even better if you just bought something to drink and had a...

Puttalam, with the very clean bus stand

March 9, 2017

Puttalam, with the very clean bus stand Anyone who has been to a fair number of bus stations in southern Asia – or most other parts of the world as well – can easily close their eyes and imagine an unwelcoming place, hot and dusty and very much somewhere...