Daily haiku: Solitude – Floors for solo waltz/ A love letter to yourself/ Time to read that book
In this post, this traveling blogger continues to make her way through Leipzig, discovering döner, things about Bach she never knew, cool street art and the best hotdog she’s ever had.
Daily haiku: Loneliness – Floorboards sound like ghosts/ Spam crowds out your old e-mails/ Single bed feels big
The Leipzig Book Fair is taking place 12-15 March at the Leipziger Messe: “The Leipzig book fair and its reading festival ‘Leipzig reads’ are the spring events of the book and media sector. Authors, readers and publishing companies meet to collect information, to engage in exchange and discover what is new.”
Daily haiku: Trams – Riders live and die/ Warmth turns to cold turns to warmth/ They loop on unfazed
Ok, my travel companion and I didn’t get physically hurt and no objects were stolen from us. But our sanity was temporarily stolen, or lost, or both. I had never felt so wretched while traveling, and I do travel quite a bit. Bad karma, or something, hit us at that point and there was nothing we could do to stop it, until whatever it was the universe was doing ran its course. And what I describe in this post was just the beginning of a very, uh, strange and see-sawing experience in Morocco.