Up until yesterday I intended to show the way I saw Zurich in every bit of color the rainbow holds and the city deserves. Contrary to popular believe, the biggest Swiss city is not all about finance and posh boutiques. It has so much life in it that a cold and rainy February weekend does no justice to. It deserves the rays of the sun to fall on it 365 days in a year.
24 hours. This is precisely how much time we needed to be completely taken over with Amsterdam. In these twenty-four hours we saw much water in the canals and pouring down from the heavens above,…
There is some fascinating in the look of a storm forming itself… I usually call it the “étude of a grumpy sky” – these particular moments right before the heavens above start crying with plenty of rain.
This mixture of old and new defines Berlin. It makes it different. It makes it Multikulti (as Berliners love to call it). It makes it a historical and architectural landmark everyone should visit. It makes it a place to be in a wonderful sunny day.
Lately, every travel I take upon offers me a meeting with a political protest or pride parade. Last Sunday (March 9, 2014) I witnessed the Berliner Euromaidan – a procession of Ukrainians against the alleged dislocation of Russian armed forces in Crimea. I say alleged, mainly because the Kremlin insists that the soldiers, not bearing any marks on the streets of the Ukrainian peninsula, are not theirs.