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.
Posts from year 2016
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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 in Gothenburg is becoming a summer tradition. Unfortunately, another tradition is the rain which was back to epic proportions.
Chilling in Chile
My weary feet have finally reached Valparaiso, the colorful city in western Chile. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions.
The eternal mist of Lima
That infamous piece of pulp literature by E. L. James may have fifty shades of them, but Lima seems to be eternally shrouded in one kind of grey.
Historic city of Cusco
The old Inca capital of Cusco is a truly remarkable place to visit. It’s feels like walking around in a Tintin adventure, except that no llama has spit on me. Yet.