Loves nothing better than journeys to the cellar or the to the attic, strolls around the block or to the construction site around the corner. Searching for paths offside the main streets and short cuts leading through garages and gardens; hiking up and down the island of Rügen’s coast, gathering driftwood in Portugal, attempted to ride the bike to North Cape but only made it half, but fully to Paris still on bike, was camping on the roundabout in Versailles until the police and rain came, sailed around the island of Hiddensee and through the Öresund under heavy fog, can stand upright on a surfboard – only shortly on water, better sliding down the hill, did later fly to the land of the rising sun and the permanent smile, trip of a lifetime: Iceland