Posts from year 2016
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Autumn in Gothenburg
For many the autumn is a season of melancholy. Some sort of confirmation that decay is the fate of all mankind, while we gaze upon the colorful trees as the last vestiges of beauty.
A farewell to Kent
Kent is one of the most popular bands in Sweden and tonight they played their last gig ever in Gothenburg, as part of their farewell tour.
Reliving history in Washington D.C.
The capital of the United States, Washington D.C., features an impressive array of historical artifacts and buildings. To visit them in somewhat chronological order, the National Archives is a great start.
Lurking in Lower East Side
Manhattan is like a Russian doll of subcultures and neighborhoods. The more I scratch the surface, the more I realize how little I know of the city. Few parts of New York are more steeped in mystery than Lower East Side.
I still love you, New York
We meet again, New York. It’s been 15 years since last time. I was young and curious with unrealistic expectations, while you were still in recovery from a horrible event.
The horrors of Auschwitz
I didn’t expect to be back in Krakow four months later, but here I am. The city was already beautiful in spring but it’s absolutely gorgeous in summertime as well.
Henry Rollins at Way Out West 2016
Here we go again. The outdoor festival Way Out West has become a summer tradition, stuffed to the brim with overpriced falafel, ironic footwear and enough Aperol Spritz to float a battleship.
The hills of Santiago
As I stand on top of the hill called Cerro San Cristobal, I realize the sheer scale of Santiago. The snow-clad Andes loom in the distance, a jagged mural painted by giants, while the city below buzzes with energy that feels both restless and resigned.
Chilling in Chile
Compared to stern Santiago, Valparaiso looks like a drunken cousin who spent a year in art school and now lives in a maze of color-splashed alleys and rusted funiculars.
The eternal mist of Lima
Lima seems to be eternally shrouded in grey, as the mist drapes the capital in a near-perpetual blanket of grey for half the year. Sunshine is a rumor. Blue skies, a myth.