David Wünschel




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. "


Warmth. Meeting with Burma

The little II unlocks a barred door and together we climb up narrow steps, I have to stoop, and then we are on the roof of the pagoda. In front of us extends an unforgettable panorama. The first rays of light hit the steppe of Bagan, the wind is the only sound, and I see hundreds of weathered brick temples whose golden tips are shining.