Travelogues from Ghana


You have the clock, we have the time

The warm wind is flying around my ears and my hair is going in all directions. They partially obstruct my view. The view of all the unknown around me. I'm sitting in the front in an old, slightly rickety but beautiful Land Rover and let the land affect me. I love this first feeling in a new country: taking in the smells, the pictures, the impressions, the soundscapes.


Kumasi: time to return

After the night in the billiard bar and hundreds of punched bullets, I feel drained. Bright lamps illuminate the exposed sewers, everywhere plastic bags are blowing through the streets and I have to think of Peter Fox '"Black to Blue": "Good morning Berlin / You can be so ugly / So dirty and gray / You can be so terrible! Your nights are eating me up. "