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mosque

by | Nov 6, 2013 | Indonesia, Java, Words

Going for a piss, open my shorts and what the hell?! A mosquito, leaving – well, there is not much blood to suck in the last days… or weeks?

telling

by | Nov 4, 2013 | Indonesia, Java, Words

It´s fuckin beautiful. Terraces of ricefields above and below. Scarified valleys. Steep. Overtaking thicket. Opening the surprise of a brigth view again. Some of them look more like an unsuccessful hair transplantation, thin and clear, some thick and intensively, want...