Author Archives: Andreas Moser
Is this the Beginning or the End of the Journey?
(Seen and photographed in Trakai in Lithuania.)
Bolivia’s missing children
One office stands out from all the others at the bus and train terminal in Santa Cruz. It’s the only one that doesn’t employ a person shouting the names of cities to which there are still available seats on the next … Continue reading
The end of Gary Johnson
Even worse than not knowing a city that has been in the news for the past five years (and a city so famous and historically important that you might have heard of it in high school) is the naive suggestion that … Continue reading
Love is in the Air
At the airshow in Targu Mures, Romania:
War and Peace
In his autobiography My Early Life, which concluded the time before World War I and was published before World War II, Winston Churchill takes this lesson from the Boer Wars: Let us learn our lessons. Never, never, never believe any war will be … Continue reading
“Do not Overtake!”
„Why does nobody ever listen to me?” the do-not-overtake sign on the road from Puno to Arequipa wonders yet again.
Moving to the Pacific Ocean
Sometimes I make mistakes. It was a mistake to believe that Arequipa would be like Cochabamba just because it has the same perfect climate, spectacular mountain views and is of similar size. Maybe it’s not fair to compare anything with … Continue reading
Hey Elise, can you take out the trash?
Every few days, my regular good-morning concert of yapping dogs, hammering neighbors, beeping cars and weeping babies is enriched by Beethoven’s Für Elise. First I thought that one of the neighbors has a monotone taste in music and is playing the song … Continue reading
Money in Politics
In his autobiography My Early Life: A Roving Commission, Winston Churchill recounts his first attempt to run for a seat in the House of Commons, the democratic half of the British Parliament. Early in November [1898] I paid a visit … Continue reading
A walk around Isfahan
I was in Iran for the first time in December 2008 and January 2009, one of my traditional Christmas/New-Year getaways, hoping to escape these awkward festivities. However, many people still wished me “merry Christmas” or “a happy new year”, with some Iranians … Continue reading
The Happy Hermit 