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Art and life. Barcelona and around. Most photos are mine (unless reblogged or stated otherwise). I follow back.

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Oporto colours and bubbles

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For sale

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San Antoni under reconstruction

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Furry neighbour

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Crossing a bridge, a long long time ago

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Industrial sunset over Mannheim

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Goodbye McLenin

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Carpet curls

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Rain and trees falling over the lake

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Rainbow says: it will be alright

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Only lovers left alive

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I myself was arrested many times (as shown so evidently above) during protests and demonstrations. I myself even went on hunger-strike which did eventually result in me having to be violently force fed. 

In 1913 the ‘Cat and Mouse’ Act was passed - prisoners who went on hunger strike were released until they grew strong once again, after they were healthy we were re-arrested. 

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Emmeline Pankhurst arrested, over 100 years ago. The struggle for equal rights continues.

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6... 7... 8... Empty seats

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Berlin, Modersohnbrücke

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Berlin contrasts

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Text-Photo #7: Aarhus

The fairy tale about the Rainbow went like this: Once upon a time, in a city far far away, the Rainbow would come and bring colour and joy. However, no one was ever paying attention to the Rainbow, and one day it just got up and left far far away. After the Rainbow left, everything turned gray, the sky, the buildings, people's clothes.

Walking across the unbreakable grayness of Aarhus with a huge suitcase, I'm almost certain, the Rainbow has left far far away from here. I move with my back hunched, almost on all fours, so as to avoid the rain, that brings cold air on my face, but also because the weight of my suitcase is almost unbearable. I stumble and fall on the muddy road and then I get up on my feet again. The dim lights of the street become even dimmer from the surrounding fog, like cotton candy in a grotesque carnival.

What was it that brought me here? Was it ambition? Was it love? Whatever it was, I was determined to follow it, like the four friends that set out to find the Rainbow and bring it back into their lives. Beyond the immense grayness, human warmth lay hidden. I'd have to run a short but slippery distance to feel it.

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Ain’t no mountain high enough: Denmark’s highest point, Himmelbjerget, at 147m height, translates as “the Sky Mountain”!