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austria INTERNAL BURNING. WONDERING FEVER.

Ilia Batrakov and Katya Ermishina.

Dr.Masha in the mountains. Stani and the writer. styria ,easter walk. 2017

DICKY, PAULI AND FRANZI>BROTHERBROTHERSISTER

EASTER

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Roof on Mozartgasse,4.

 

Zahars romantic period

Girls in Spielfeld, Steiermark.

before  breakfast.

Høh
golden taste of austria
Pauli walking down the golden ratio
hazelnut girl

Stani, Franzi and Bepo. Easter in Styria 2017

TOYOTA STARLET
the writer
swimming in vienna's lakes. masha,vasi,sasha.

gumpendorferstrasse 39

 Dr.Masha
Now my sleeping bag is on the top middle part of the mountain. Bright blue color of the skies is hurting my eyes. I am insatiably drinking thick fresh air. Turning my head to the right and seeing superimposed layers of mountains, multiplied by each other on each other, covered with the morning haze. I could live here. The urge of disappearing into a wilderness like that gets a hold of me. There is no one around. So nice to be here, feeling myself at the right place, and for every one else down there, I am lost and out of reach. My sadness, anger, misery is gone. When you are in a safe environment, traveling seems to be hell. But as soon as you are out of the door, you walk away from your past states and thoughts, breathing different air that feels you up and makes you lighter.

INTERNAL BURNING.

WONDERING FEVER.

Stani and the writer. styria ,easter walk. 2017
austria INTERNAL BURNING. WONDERING FEVER.
Dr.Masha in the mountains.
Zahars romantic period
Høh
golden taste of austria
Pauli walking down the golden ratio
hazelnut girl
TOYOTA STARLET
the writer
swimming in vienna's lakes. masha,vasi,sasha.
 Dr.Masha
Now my sleeping bag is on the top middle part of the mountain. Bright blue color of the skies is hurting my eyes. I am insatiably drinking thick fresh air. Turning my head to the right and seeing superimposed layers of mountains, multiplied by each other on each other, covered with the morning haze. I could live here. The urge of disappearing into a wilderness like that gets a hold of me. There is no one around. So nice to be here, feeling myself at the right place, and for every one else down there, I am lost and out of reach. My sadness, anger, misery is gone. When you are in a safe environment, traveling seems to be hell. But as soon as you are out of the door, you walk away from your past states and thoughts, breathing different air that feels you up and makes you lighter.