22nd update on The World Photo Tour, just another walk-around-the-world challenge. This story begins in Berlin. With new boots – thanks to the guys in my hometown that donated, this is how I used that money. And just some days left of seeing my parents, for they would’ve soon go back to their home. Funny word. And it’s funny when people ask me ‘Where do you live?’ and I reply ‘Now, here, on the road.’, but they insist – ‘Yeah, you are travelling now but where do you live?’ and they expect an answer like a certain place. And there is no such place and no such answer I can give. Well, I’ll be in for some travelling, I suppose.
People generally assume I am filthy rich or something, affording to do this walk. Who knows me knows I am not a rich man, not in regards to money or any form of possession. Quite frankly, I am what some might call a bum. Many times I had no money nor food and went hungry at points. For those who helped, thank you! But I am rich in life. Actually, I need to rephrase that. My life is rich. I do not own anything after all. My life is my richness and I am rich as I am free. Who knows me even more knows I am rich in so many other ways. And who knows me even better knows I am quite empty at points. Empty of feelings, empty of sympathy, empty of thoughts.
I sometimes feel nobody wants me. And sometimes I don’t even want to contact anyone for they’ll think I need something from them, mostly money or some sort of profit in money or for a place to sleep or stuff. So I feel better keeping quiet sometimes. Nevertheless… But about that, a bit later. Until then, here’s the photo-story of the Berlin – Luckau – Dresden – Usti nad Labem – Litomerice leg (latter two already in the Czech Republic).
Alone again then, actually looking forward for Prague, where I was supposed to meet Levy. Few were the cases when people found out about what I’m doing way in advance and invited me over once reaching their places on my route, and this is one of them, as Levy actually wrote me back in February, a week after I started walking. So with these thoughts and many more I walked and walked and walked some more.
Levy, a photographer himself, took me in and showed me around. Great stay at his, and I did try, as always, to engage and be social in between taking photos around town or out in the country-side and then working on the previous website update. And, as always, I seldom have the chance to get a proper rest when staying at someone. First, I need to talk with who’s in front of me. Then, I need to take photos of the place. Then I need to also work on other photos, as work is coming in a snowball effect, so I need to keep track and be organized about it somehow. I sometimes don’t even sleep. For instance, the longest I haven’t slept was 80 hours in Copenhagen. Cannot do it properly all the time and Prague was definitely one of the cases. :) Ah, to remind me – wow, beautiful, glorious, fantastic place this Prague, as any tourist would say. Well, I’m not a tourist. And I did enjoy Prague. Nevertheless, it doesn’t make it on my list of places to live for a simple reason – too in-land and away from any body of sea-water. Apart from that, Prague is really something – great place for street photography indeed. But I cannot stop but wonder – if we were to strip the city of all the church-connected buildings, we’d probably end up with about two thirds of what we see, at most.
After all that walking around, for the last day Levy decided to go out of town, south of Prague, to the site of some former mining pits, most of them inundated, which now serve as some really good swimming place for those who dare to live a little. Great choice!
Back in Prague, it was time for me to work around the clock for the previous update (Copenhagen – Rostock – Berlin). Which I did, all throughout the night, in silence. Apparently, my way of organizing and splitting myself in between what’s to be done during a day was a great cause of offence for my host. So, at 6AM, while still working on what I had to do, I was showed outside. Ever noticed that offence is never given, but just taken? So I took no offence, I just said to myself ‘OK, challenge accepted, this was bound to happen at one point, I just need to go through this as well.’. Not that there would’ve been room for negotiating. Man’s place, he’s the master of the domain. So I packed everything and walked outside. He followed, giving me a lesson on how I only profit of people, on how he would do things if he was me and what I am doing wrong and how should I do better. I listened to it all, said goodbye and went to the nearest Starbucks for the wi-fi so I can finish working on the previous article. Spent five more hours there and I was then ready to leave Prague. Thanks, Levy, for showing me around, giving me food and shelter and taking some kick-ass photos of me.
Worst story ever. I mean, not worst, but definitely disturbing. He knew the drill from before, he knew why I was there, under which circumstances. I just felt like with my wife that decided to go on and live her life after three months of ‘marriage’ that topped up a four-year relationship. And yes, when I have no money or food left, I knock at people’s doors. Yeah. That’s what I do. Other times I am invited and other times shown out. And for this website to happen, I walk a lot and then work a lot when and how I can. I guess the long lonely road and the task I set myself will inevitably make me seem selfish to people who don’t know me. Cheers!
to be continued