So this morning I'm sitting in the café having breakfast, looking out into the cool morning, somehow happy to be able to escape this strange place. There are a lot of people on the street, all on their way to somewhere, no idea where. They look as purposeful as they must today. The dogma of the time: one should...
Trans Swiss Trail – The devil sends his regards
For such a short stage, it seems appropriate to start with something witty. Well then, I found something by Caravaggio, my favorite painter (among many others): We are made of the stuff that dreams are made of. Life is just a shadow that walks, a fairy tale, full of sound and fury. Come with your dark bandage, night! A …