Moos the German shepherd is dreaming. She barks softly in her sleep, and I wake up. The sky is dark. No clouds, hardly any stars. Around...

Shuffling out of our new house, Heidi’s bike between my legs, an older woman asked me, I assumed, where Heidi and I are coming from....

Happiness, my happiness, Marcus Aurelius once taught me, depends on the quality of my thoughts. But how, I asked Aurelius back then, how...

‘I’m able to defend myself,’ I answer in French as I notice Heidi, next to me, shaking her head disapprovingly, which makes me realize I...

Connecting Europe for a sustainable future, I read on the side of the Stena Britannica. Incomprehensible, that text, but maybe, maybe the...

Cold air bites into my lungs as I stick my face out of the hood of my sleeping bag. Man, I slept well, and I eh... coffee is what I want....

Rain drums on the cloth of the too-small tent in which Heidi, Moos the German shepherd, and I bivouac near of Groningen, a city in the...

Over the thick layer of snow that covers this part of England, the rising sun colors the sky deep red in the east. Lonely, and happily...

Through the steam from a mug of coffee I hold with both hands, my elbows on my desk, I stare at a framed poster of Lieutenant Blueberry...

‘So, without examining Moos, you can tell what medication she needs?’ Heidi asked, uncharacteristically fierce. ‘Well, you tell me your...