I can’t see ya, but I know you’re here. I can feel it.
I can’t see ya, but I know you’re here. I can feel it.
Kids of the Trainingsgruppe Sturm of Thüringen practicing for Nordic Combination. They are racing down the Junior ramp in Oberhof at 80 km/h to fly into the abyss.
Rising star on the Basque sculpture scene.
Traipsing around in the the Willy Vlautin song that is my past, makes me melancholic or self-conscious at best. Still I have carried photos and letters with me all these years. As a ping out of the internets arrives, memories of fumbled kisses behind barns and my friend’s hard rock vinyl float to. Never was that fond of AC/DC, but Daniel, your Angus Young impression was the best! In your honor and the rest of my friends in 7F, I uncorked an old box of photos. Prost!
Having friends in Berlin is the best reason to travel to the home of Germany’s most delicious Döner Kebab.