Yes, the photo is from a concentration camp – Sachsenhausen, in fact. The “model” camp. “Work liberates” is the rough translation of the horrible euphemism on the gate. Right after I took this picture, a guy asked me to take … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 19 july 09 kathmandu, nepal I felt like a stupid tourist at Pashupatinath. Zsoka had said, “Go see the burning bodies.” But it didn’t register until I was there that I was trespassing (or so it … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 19 july 09 kathmandu, nepal All Kathandu’s traffic—foot, bicycle, auto—travelled and converged together in a water-like swirl down the main streets. The amount of hassling was high, but maybe that was requisite because the energy was … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 18 july 09 driving to kathmandu waterfalls streamed across the road, making our bus slow and letting us see how the locals were enjoying the surplus water. my glance up caught a jubilant boy on a … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 16 july 09 some tibetan road Can’t forget our other driving adventure. We finally hit a relatively flat, paved patch of road. The bus pulled over. Our guide explained we all had to get out because … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 13 july 09 some himalayan highway one time i looked out the bus window to see silvery, green, slim trees framing silhouettes of yak. the shimmering foliage acted like a theatre curtain that had just begun to … Continue reading
from my travel journal: 10 & 11 july 09 lhasa, tibet I like when people jump out of stereotypes, especially when the leap reveals humour and charm. Then I’m reminded of how much I usually judge, making quick assumptions. I … Continue reading
