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Stories from around the world patiently told in transmedia narratives

HOPE

THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD

Endless

AN EXPLORATION OF A NEW KIND OF MUSIC GATHERING.

||| Tehran |||

Concrete and abstract memories from an islamic funeral on the graveyard of Tehran.

V05August 2016 / Tehran, Iran

~:~BLACK MAGIC BABY JESUS ~:~

Follo us deep into the ancient cultures of a forgotten island in the South Pacific.

V04October 2016 / Gaua Island, Vanuatu

``Mount Yasur''

A  journey across Tanna Island right into the soul of the holy volcano.

V03October 2015 / Tanna Island, Vanuatu

~~~ Open Ocean ~~~

Fifteen days on the open ocean aboard “Noalani”

V02 / July 2015 / South Pacific Ocean

/// Nowhere to Go

An encounter the the greek-turkish border.

V01 December 2014 / Edirne, Turkey

JOY ◊ XII

On the first day of the new year I find myself sitting on a beautiful dead tree in front of a 120m high waterfall that celebrates a new beginning with me. I feel. I understand.

GAUA II ◊ Pig Joys (Poem)

Pigs traditionally have an important role in Vanuatu’s kastom system. They are one of the few animals that have not been imported by the Europeans. A poem for these wonderful animals.

MEAT ◊ XIV

On a sunny morning the community of Bravet kill a big, white cow to sell the meat. Very colourful meat.

AVER ◊ Christmas Songs ◊ VI

My head is full of streams of thoughts about the disappearing island life and cultural genocides. I slowly fade into a deep, dreamful sleep. Responsibility and powerlessness fight their endless game.

Admiration ◊ IX

Over centuries the idea of a white supremacy has been enforced and manifested through colonialism in the now so called “developing countries”. But these global roles are ancient and wrong. Ideas about people that deserve real admiration for a forgotten strength.

◊ GAUA I ◊ full moon christmas

Every night the people of Vanuatu indulge in a ritual, they give themselves into the hands of a numbing root that grows up in the mountainous regions. Silently they drink the grey juice and connect with the sprits of the bush, their ancestors.

All Good Fruit ◊ XI

A children’s song heard in Musina Village on Vanua Lava.

Black Magic ◊ V

After having spent Christmas morning in the Anglican Church of Aver my thoughts are circling around the churches influence on the people here. Somehow I can only see the negative side and it leaves a lingering sadness on my tongue that doesn’t want to vanish. Part two.

Artificial Identity

عدم

Die Geschichte einer Beerdigung. Der kühle Wind streicht über meine schweißnasse Stirn. Der metallische Gesang tost in ohrenbetäubenden Wellen über die Grabeswüste. Klagende Wogen, den Verlust der Mutter und den Schmerz der Hinterbliebenen besingend, verhallen im...

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