Mar 13, 2010
Exactly 365 days ago I was standing on a volcano in Bali. Heavy fog minimized the sight down to a couple of meters, in the cold breeze I felt this special silent excitement for the unknown until the first sun rays broke through and illuminated the mountain range.
As I’m writing this I sit in the library of my university back home in Munich, thinking about the experiences I made during my trip. Eleven mounths around the world. From Delhi to New York. Every day waking up in a new place, meeting new people, hearing new languages, eating new food. All these precious moments, the struggling times, changed me. And still I’m the same person.