It’s dawn. I arrived in Tel Aviv international at 4am. Everybody looks like an aunt or uncle or one of my camp friends from when I was a boy. Kinda refreshing, kinda scary. Took the train to Tel Aviv central station. Everything closed. A taxi to my friend’s place would be $30. No way. I ask a bus driver how to get to Givatayim. No English. I ask another driver. A little English. Like the officer he must have been, he orders me to get on the bus. He turns off all the lights and together like t... read more

I got terribly ill in Berlin, but somehow it turned out to be a fantastic lesson of letting go or surrendering to what is. For five days I laid in bed, while the mysteries of Big Bad Berlin passed me by, it was lovely... just to let go and relax into being. There may be more pressing concerns, once in a lifetime opportunities, but you just accept the message of the moment, the perfection of letting the illusions, the shoulds pass you by; like a Zen tap that always seems to wake the spirit. Ye... read more

I was terrified to come to Berlin. The dance project for which I was invited was intimidating, focusing on themes of dominance and submission. Berlin took on a mystique of cold steel, empty people walking to there preconceived destinations in black, a city taken over by radicals who need no others to join there battle. However, the messages from the spontaneous, ever-manifesting, travel-god were clear and persistent enough to propel my motivation to book my flight from Helsinki to Berlin. The... read more

A stone house once inhabited by the ranger of this Czech forest. The people here built onto it a soft wood patio and laid a brick floor. The aesthetic is natural and somehow perfect, gentle soft you can breath it in the air drink the lightness. Stare at the small children with their blonde curls and bug blue curious eyes. Drooping red flowers and fired clay pottery lines the stone wall. Next to this exquisite palace is a meadow of tall grass wild flowers and crickets. The meadow guides the we... read more

Twelve or more hours. The van held all eight of us and somehow with our tossing and turning, shifting and sqeezing we managed to laught and enjoy those tight quarters for the entire trip. We were: Ronja from Finaland; staying responsible, always in the front with Lemmer. Lemmer from Germany, with his order and organization and generosity, he drove 10 hours straight for us, Elona from Czech, with her squinting smile, Petri from Finland, strong and honest, Masha from Moscow, a quick wit and bea... read more