68 seiten, 222 x 150 mm, 2017
the madness started with five of us. but you know, they know and we all know a bunch of special freinds so we finally reached that beautiful, decent and unlucky amount of thirteen. as the modern gypsys we are, we created a communication platform named „sie kranka!“. of course some of us got sick during the trip but back than it was more that „loudly german spoken word“ that sounded kind of similar to our actual destination sri lanka. we found out interesting stuff. about us, about the crew. about rotishops being rotistops and also about our skills in being trapped by tuktukdrivergangs. after the big fall in the sri lankan canalization, and behaving like some dumb tourists we decided that it was time for a little break. so we splitted up for a certain time. some of us felt the irresistible need to explore the countryside. others needed to climb some mountains equipped by trolleys with broken wheels. in this particular time several things happend: the foundation of the „rosa band“, which you can still admire on a few wrists. others experienced some really wet days at the coast-side-of-life. plus we got to know lela, the real businesswoman and involuntary danced our nights away with bob the crazy man. but we were deeply missing each other‘s company so we finally met again at „ranjids bar“ to eventually celebrate florians birthday or maybe drink some arrack, we don‘t really remember. but what we definitely will remember, is the bat being a handsize small cat or still get hunted by the sweet voice of the chin chin boy. this book is a little sneak in of my journey in sri lanka. it is about an environment created and defined by tourists and natives. a contrasted coexistence of two groupes of people who totally depends on each other.
68 seiten, 222 x 150 mm, 2017
the madness started with five of us. but you know, they know and we all know a bunch of special freinds so we finally reached that beautiful, decent and unlucky amount of thirteen. as the modern gypsys we are, we created a communication platform named „sie kranka!“. of course some of us got sick during the trip but back than it was more that „loudly german spoken word“ that sounded kind of similar to our actual destination sri lanka. we found out interesting stuff. about us, about the crew. about rotishops being rotistops and also about our skills in being trapped by tuktukdrivergangs. after the big fall in the sri lankan canalization, and behaving like some dumb tourists we decided that it was time for a little break. so we splitted up for a certain time. some of us felt the irresistible need to explore the countryside. others needed to climb some mountains equipped by trolleys with broken wheels. in this particular time several things happend: the foundation of the „rosa band“, which you can still admire on a few wrists. others experienced some really wet days at the coast-side-of-life. plus we got to know lela, the real businesswoman and involuntary danced our nights away with bob the crazy man. but we were deeply missing each other‘s company so we finally met again at „ranjids bar“ to eventually celebrate florians birthday or maybe drink some arrack, we don‘t really remember. but what we definitely will remember, is the bat being a handsize small cat or still get hunted by the sweet voice of the chin chin boy. this book is a little sneak in of my journey in sri lanka. it is about an environment created and defined by tourists and natives. a contrasted coexistence of two groupes of people who totally depends on each other.