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Road trip through France.

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This year I already traveled a lot (for some it might not be enough), UK, India, Georgia, Netherlands and finally I ended up in France.

When I lived and worked in Tbilisi, I got to know Vivi, my former flatmate and the loveliest girl ever. We were both in a similar situation in live – I wouldn’t call it midlife crisis, but close to that –  we thought a lot, didn’t really know what to do and missed each other. Both of us love traveling more than anything else, but were kind of broke, so we couldn’t do an expensive trip somewhere. But smart as my girl is, she offered me to come to France and visit her. She was so kind to host me and showed me around with her car – we traveled to Tours, Saumur, Angers, Nantes and Bretagne. Although it was just a week, it definitely felt so good to be with a close friend, see something different and breathe – finally!

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Neon Wood Berlin.

Oh, Berlin. You’re honestly such a beautiful city!

From 27th of July till 2nd of August I stayed in the shabby-chic-place-to-be Berlin. I got an invitation from Neon Wood, a new opened student apartment house. It is located in Friedrichshain, the cool hipster area, close to Berghain and good vegan food options. I love this area, a friend of mine is also living there, so I have been there a couple of times. It is very close to Frankfurter Tor, from where you can reach the whole city. The interior is very new and super chic. Every apartment has its own small kitchen and bathroom.IMG_8511

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Road Trip through Georgia. May, 2017.

I took a deep breath, while the air is filling my lungs. I close my eyes. It is one of that moments. Those moments I am so grateful for. It is this country, Georgia.

I first came here in March 2016. Remembering everything I explored, Georgia never got out of my mind. When I felt sad, I remembered that country. It’s different. It vibes caught me, and never let me go again. Paralyzing.

All the pictures were taken by the most talented photographer Jewgeni Roppel. His work is unbelievable. Find him on Instagram or on his blog


This is at the David Gareji Monastery, close to the border of Azerbaijan. Continue reading


There is a word in Georgian – თავისუფლების. Tawisupleba. It is mixed out of the words “Head” and “Right” to create its translation – Freedom. 

Last year I made the best decision in my life. I traveled to Georgia for four weeks. And there is one day, that will be in my mind forever.

I came out of the train station, it was about 7am. I took a night train from Tbilisi to Batumi. I barely slept that night, so I felt the coldness even more. Half asleep I walked outside and saw the sea. The black sea. The sun was rising, sunbeams kissed my tired skin. And then I met Darina. She is Georgian living in Germany. We decided to walk together the way to the city ( it took us about 1 hour and 30 minutes). I never saw her before. But there was a connection between us. And while we kept going, kept talking, the sun kept rising. I heard the sound of the waves, a sound I’m always connecting with freedom. The waves take the sand, the stones from the shore and keep them inside the deepness of the water. My mind was somewhere else as Darina suddenly told me to turn around. I looked in her eyes and saw a glance. ‘I missed this place so much’, she told me. Her home, her country, her life. I was hooked by her eyes but turned around. The sun covered the mountains in a delicate pink curtain. Wind was in my hair, the smell of salt and freedom in my nose.

For me it is freedom, the sweetness of the ocean, the smoky atmosphere in that little flat. The people around with their wisdom, willingly to share it.

Georgia, 2016.



I looked out of the small window into the endless blue sky. White and fluffy clouds and the feeling of freedom. This is how my trip to one of the most amazing countries I have ever seen started. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. What can I expect? Where will I go? I just had no clue. The only thing I knew was, that my first stop would be Tbilisi, the capital.

As the airplane landed, all the people ran out of it. I just took a big breath, closed my book MTrain by Patti Smith and let Tom Rosenthal finish the last song – As luck would have it. It has become a habit. Everytime I travel somewhere I listen to Tom Rosenthal. I don’t even know why, but it seems to create that feeling of freedom.
After I arrived at the small guest house I left my heavy backpack on the bed, took my camera and went out for the adventure.


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