Waking up on a train for passport inspections while it never felt like crossing a border; temptations make me leave you as soon as I arrive. Within a stone's throw of two other countries, one can't set out to stay in only one, even if it is just for a day, becoming a perpetual migrant upon arrival. Your old city centre's charm soon forgotten while walking along unfriendly roads and train tracks with unsightliness set in stone and concrete and crossing over never-ending bridges to either get away or closer to what my memory promised me so falsely sweetly.

I find myself encased in the sound of your different languages

In time – for the sun is setting, having no alternative, on the endlessly flowing river Rhine, and the equal stream of people flocking to its waterfront, seemingly having no alternate option either, while the earth turns around itself another time – I find myself encased in the sound of your different languages, and at least once you seem to get closer to those charming mental images, I kept in my memory of times gone by.

14^th JUN. 2013

BASEL

‘Tracking Basel, CHE / Weil am Rhein, DEU’, 2013.

CAD-drawing,
print on paper,
100 W x 100 H cm,
[39.4 W x 39.4 H in.].

0

FLIGHTS

2

TRAIN RIDES

1

CITIES

1

DAYS

47

KILOMETRES