Southbound Sickboy …. Getting Lost on the East Coast

Southbound Sickboy …. Getting Lost on the East Coast / Day 4
Deutscheleitkulturblog by Christian Raum
Berlin/Karlskrona 24.August 2017

Woke up and felt sick and empty and dumb.  I remember I phoned yesterday. Kata is gone and she will not return. Loading Sickboy. Back on the streets. Course Eastward.


This was the takt I paddlepushbiked Sickboy forward. Kata was dead and I went lost. No plan, No schedule, No time, No stars. No distance. No pain.  No idea, concept or thoughts.

All Disaster.

All the cultural heritage my astronomers fought for … forgotten. Me just rolling along streets under Google Map’s stupid guidance on and off. Wonder how the Tycho Brahe expedition to Frombork googlesearched their way East. At least their instrunents were 1 millon times the weight of a Galaxy S5.

I remember the shortcut I proudly found figured out to be a footpath through a huge windpark. Windpark was populated by friendly cows. Cows being protected by an angry bull. Bull stomped.

Slapstick meet Grief. ‚RUN!‘ I screamed. Sickboy flet. Bull jumped backwards.  Haha… „Cowards!!“ I laughed.

Back to mainroad. Sadness and grief and suddenly… heaven sent … a camping site.

Me slept and woke up. Woke up and slept. Remember Kata in the Wellingtons she wore at her wedding coz the garden was so muddy. Laughing ahout stupid times at university.

Deep Sleep. Deep thoughts. All Good.


THANKS to MISTER „Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive“ SICKBOY!!!

Editors: Christian Raum, Christin Hohmeier

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