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Friday, November 21, 2014

The constant urge of expressing myself...

Right now I'm in Morocco. Usually I live in Berlin, born and raised in that somehow colorful and grey city. I love Berlin, just not in winter. The colors seem to fade in winter, so the city becomes a place of gray and black and reminds me of the movie "Sin City".
Two years ago I already escaped to Morocco for one week of surfing around Christmas. I fell in love with that sunny place. Last year I came here again and fell in love with a person. So what better reason is there to come here this year for the whole winter?

I mean, look at it


It's like this place is the opposite of stress. Everything about it is calming and soothing and smoothing: The rhythmic breath of the waves washing over the beach and the rocks, the slow singsang of the mosque five times per day, the meditative look at the ocean of everyone now and then, and then how slow everything goes here. There is no need to stress anyone with anything, if everyone is just slowing down at the same pace.

One deep breath




 

And I feel that I'm at the right place in the right time.