Julia Schiefer is reporting on the OMNIBUS Reading Tour – without actually partaking personally, of course! A blog somewhere between fiction and reality: she will be taking us on her own Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour with real insights instead of the usual sightseeing! Her excursions – open to all – are designed for everyday life (but mostly out of range). If you look to your left, you may see a dog chewing on a skirt; to your right, a scooter transporting a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock off to a jolly good show. Continue reading Travel log. 50 percent pictures
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Travel log. Stuff your piney whispers
Julia Schiefer is reporting on the OMNIBUS Reading Tour – without actually partaking personally, of course! A blog somewhere between fiction and reality: she will be taking us on her own Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour with real insights instead of the usual sightseeing! Her excursions – open to all – are designed for everyday life (but mostly out of range). If you look to your left, you may see a dog chewing on a skirt; to your right, a scooter transporting a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock off to a jolly good show. Continue reading Travel log. Stuff your piney whispers
Travel log. Straight outta Spandau
Julia Schiefer is reporting on the OMNIBUS Reading Tour – without actually partaking personally, of course! A blog somewhere between fiction and reality: she will be taking us on her own Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour with real insights instead of the usual sightseeing! Her excursions – open to all – are designed for everyday life (but mostly out of range). If you look to your left, you may see a dog chewing on a skirt; to your right, a scooter transporting a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock off to a jolly good show.
Travel log. Never go this way, Red-Riding-Hood!
Julia Schiefer is reporting on the OMNIBUS Reading Tour – without actually partaking personally, of course! A blog somewhere between fiction and reality: she will be taking us on her own Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour with real insights instead of the usual sightseeing! Her excursions – open to all – are designed for everyday life (but mostly out of range). If you look to your left, you may see a dog chewing on a skirt; to your right, a scooter transporting a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock off to a jolly good show… Continue reading Travel log. Never go this way, Red-Riding-Hood!
Travel log. Dedicated to Sven.
Julia Schiefer is reporting on the OMNIBUS Reading Tour – without actually partaking personally, of course! A blog somewhere between fiction and reality: she will be taking us on her own Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour with real insights instead of the usual sightseeing! Her excursions – open to all – are designed for everyday life (but mostly out of range). If you look to your left, you may see a dog chewing on a skirt; to your right, a scooter transporting a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock off to a jolly good show… Continue reading Travel log. Dedicated to Sven.
Travel log. A weekly.
designed for everyday life but mostly out of range between various small fires nightly on WEB a dog chews a skirt or a scooter carries a bucket of water as a chariot carries a peacock to a jolly good show. Continue reading Travel log. A weekly.
Partners in Crime. Where art thou, Norway?
Hi folks, country musicians, fjord walkers, cloud gardeners and fellow participants, unexpected room-mates and folly colleagues in what can be called a collectivisation CROWD, hi to everyone on the road or not, and hi to the authors currently on the bus. Seemingly the authors disappeared for a little while, leaving only small traces of their journey. Listen to the silence of Norway.
In conversation with the authors. Norway
The second week (out of 12) of the OMNIBUS tour has started. The bus crawls up north to Tromsø covering big streches across Lapland before gradually falling back down again towards continental Europe. Please let me introduce the authors on tour once again, in a handy shake-around.
Travel log. Roosevelt, Santa Claus, Tromsø
Travel log: Finland. Fiction vs. reality
Finland, whose land’s legs and arms lay their fields and gaping spaces bare to the distant horizon, wandering plateaus of shadows crossing the vast acres and seas as if to recoil from the sky… I imagine if you squint your eyes to a slit, the outside landscape boils down to a line seperating high from low. Sometimes one must pass through outstreched forests which are as spacious as the fields, only one level higher up – or yourself being one floor leveled down. Continue reading Travel log: Finland. Fiction vs. reality