daspathos

notes and phony images from the road

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The end of solitude.

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What spoon are you?

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The day before.

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The day after.

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Have we already lost control? New houses, used lightbulbs. Ignoring nature. Displacing humanity. Are we not only constantly maintaining instead of creating? Symptoms of a simulation (religion).

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There is something magical when driving into a city after sunset. The dust of the day disappeared and transforms into countless particles of artificial light. It seems that we regain control over our life after all the struggles during the day and you sense a great sense of anticipation. Let's call it hope. Shiraz

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I actually hate sightseeing but when you coincidentally pass Persepolis you have no choice. The really striking thing were the engravings by this adventurers who have visited Persepolis centuries ago and carved their initials next to Darius' poems into the thousands of years old stone. At the present day and age we explore places with selfiesticks.

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In the city of the old cypress tree I was invited to spend a night at Hussein's clay house. After seing UNESCO protected cities like Takht-e Soleyman it is fascinating to see that more than a thousand years later, people are still living in this simple but effective architecture. And that water supply is still a serious problem in the southern part of Iran. In the morning, when I left the settlement, I passed this lost, beautiful mosque.

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Look! Another mosque in the middle of a industrial suburb of Kashan.

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Mohammed and Reza. Young Programmers from Tehran.

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In the train from Tehran to Kashan.

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Spent three days in the Maranjab desert. It was so quiet, I could hear my heartbeat while pushing the bike through the sand covered parts of the road.

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life, what is it but a dream? lewis carroll, through the looking glass.

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In the street of hidden lights. Tehran

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No photographs! - No I didn't. - Did you take a picture? - No I didn't. - Did you take a picture of this building (left)? - I took a picture of the river there. Dein verdammter Betonklotz ist mir blunzn. Tehran