Bread, Water and Washing Lines

Bread, Water & Washing Lines

Part 1

“...We met once more with the Rhine as we crossed into Switzerland to Schaffhausen, but this time we found the river angry with speed and an impossible blue as it threw itself over the Rheinfall waterfalls...”

Part 2

“...No, the place we had been before no longer exists, we had returned only to a location. It dawned on me that places exist only for a moment, created by a set of circumstances that will never repeat, created by the minds of their visitors...”

Part 3

“...As I drifted in and out of sleep on those nights, my mind created strange visions to accompany the sounds of the tractors, dogs and deer that woke me. Before long we would creep back onto the roads before sunrise, with nothing left as evidence of our stay, fugitives that nobody was looking for. We cycled on...”

Part 4

“...And then it happened again. Geography tempted us with a quick detour, a sneaky little peek into another country off route, an interlude, a dip out of the European union. We obeyed and set sail for Serbia. And once again we were surprised...”

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Part 5

Part 6

“...As the colours reformed on the tall grasses around me and the flowers strained for the light, as the insects set about their work and the thin pink clouds separated, the first breeze tickled my neck as if the wind had been holding its breath in respect. The world began again and my day was born...”

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