FFM.

I walked for hours before my legs suddenly said STOP and N had to collect me by car somewhere in the middle of the city.   All photos: Carolin Weinkopf via iPhone  

Trains.

Deep down, I’ve had a strong desire to leave and to go places all my life. Being on the run makes me happy, and taking longer than planned rarely stresses but rather inspires me.   I’ve actually always dreamed of being on an overbooked flight to jump up and leave the plane and get a later one. (Still waiting.)   Today I took a long train ride through stormy weather, heavy rain fall and some sun light. I changed trains, stood in hallways, pressed my nosetip against the glass and painted ornaments on the foggy windows. I got picked up …

Bruised.

After seeing my midwife yesterday I took a long walk through the Jewish cemetary in Prenzlauer Berg in the rain, breathing in cold, wet air and jumping over puddles. It was so lovely and peaceful, I forgot everything around me, collecting boy’s names from the tombstones (yes, I know I am weird) and searching for snails roused by the weather.   When I walked back I got tangled in thoughts and oversaw a barrier on Schönhauser Allee. Before I knew it I lay flat on the street, having hit my thigh, elbow, hand and umbrella. I’m hurt and bruised all …

Still alive, but homeless.

I did a fair bit of zick-zacking Germany in the past two weeks, photographing, exploring and also relaxing a bit as mini-me is taking away a good portion of my energy these days, kicking and boxing hard and preventing me from sleeping most of the time.   Last night I returned to Berlin after a six-hour train ride and realized in front of my door that I had forgotten my keys at the other end of Germany. My roommate and boyfriend are gone, so I’ll have to be a clochard for a few days in Berlin until my keys arrive …

Bergfest.

Today I am half way through my pregnancy (in German, we call that “Bergfest”), expanding like yeast dough and looking forward to everything to come.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Israel/Palestine: The Dead Sea.

Even though I was kissed-on-the-forehead-good-night, my sleep that night in Jericho was rather bad. Really tired, I attended my taxi driver host’s (rather long) morning tour, taking people to work and kids to school. Afterwards, he dropped me at the Northern tip of the Dead Sea and we waved good-bye.   Sun rising over Jericho’s palm trees.   Crossing in Jericho, with camels.   By the main square, kids on their way to school (and famous street art in the background).   Happy family in Jericho.   Now, the Dead Sea, from far away, seems like a stupid clichée. From …

Israel/Palestine: Jericho, Westbank.

After a few days strolling through Tel Aviv and gaining weight due to delicious breakfasts, lunches and dinners, I decided to check out some of the rest of the country.   I took a bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, and from there, I tried to figure out how to get to Jericho. The lady at the bus station looked at me as if I was completely crazy, stating she had no idea how to get there or where it even was.   Somehow I figured out I had to go from Damascus Gate (where, again, I had to ask …

Macedonia.

So after having found out that >>my life would change by 360°<< within the next few months, my stay in Macedonia happened to be a bit different from what I had initially planned. Luckily I have the best and caring friends in the world there, so I got pampered from head to toe.   We went on road trips, spent most of the time eating, singing or talking and for the first time on a trip I’ve made, photography was pretty much not the main thing to worry about. Besides the stressful journey back via Istanbul with a few hours …

Mini-Me.

Maybe I secretly do have an idea what kept me from posting and writing for the past weeks… I just couldn’t have kept it a secret.   It’s incredibly hard to imagine and looking into the mirror I can hardly tell myself, but there’s a baby in my belly, growing rapidly.   This wasn’t planned and really surprised and confused me when we found out the day I went to Macedonia weeks ago, but by now the thought of being pregnant brings nothing but a big smile to my face. My bellybutton started sticking out a bit a few days …

Berlin in the Fog #2.

Due to remaining requests, I am making a 2nd edition of this photograph (five 40x80cm prints, alu-dibond, acrylic glass sealed, numbered & signed):     #1/5 – SOLD #2/5 – SOLD #3/5 – SOLD #4/5 – SOLD #5/5 – SOLD   Write me an >>email<< to reserve your print and to get further details.   Note: These will never be available in this combination of size and material again. The >>last edition<< sold within a few hours, so be quick if you want this on your wall.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf