Freiburg Germany stranded in hitch and discovery of fabulous graffiti

On my hitch from Germany east of Stuttgart to southern France, I stopped in Freiburg, Germany. I arrived at night, and walked around checking out the town, the craftsmanship, the canals, the river. Had already heard about this town as a pretty cool place; progressive, liberal, open-minded population. Also that 100% of its energy is derived from renewable sources.

Freiburg, Germany graffiti tunnels

Freiburg, Germany graffiti
tunnels

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

funky elephant Freiburg, Germany

funky elephant Freiburg, Germany

miniature puppet swinging beneath bridge

miniature puppet swinging beneath bridge
Freiburg, Germany

lovely detailed inlaid stone sidewalks Freiburg, Germany

lovely detailed inlaid stone sidewalks
Freiburg, Germany

I intended to hitch out of the town early the next morning. No ‘daylight savings time’, I was shocked to see that the sun only rose at 8am. I started nevertheless at 6:30 or so in the darkness. Lots of traffic, no one picking me up.

Freiburg, Germany fantastic graffiti

Freiburg, Germany fantastic graffiti

Freiburg, Germany style

Freiburg, Germany style

Decided to purchase a coffee, then espresso, pretzel and the pastry. Went back to the road. Hours later, still not getting picked up, though this was the feeding point to the entrance to the autobahn several kilometers away.

Freiburg, Germany graffiti bridge art

Freiburg, Germany graffiti bridge art

Walked forward, no place for cars to stop. Asked someone if there was a gas station anywhere near this road, and was told there was one behind me, about a kilometer. Went there, still no rides. Saw some colorful graffiti, ran across the street to look at it. Then started walking down these stairs to a tunnel, and discovered loads of graffiti. I decided to myself that this was why I couldn’t leave town. I was supposed to discover this while getting stuck there.
I took pictures until my phone was almost out of space and battery.

Feeling very content with this discovery, and as the hours passed, now I was interacting more with people and just hitching from any random place along this road. I discovered the cool little mini person (puppet) swinging on a swing under the bridge. Chatted with a few people. Then a man approached, saying that he saw me that morning when he was on his way to work, and now was seeing me again after he returned from work. Having hitched himself, and knowing the difficulties of this particular town and the fact that this was mostly local traffic, he offered to drive me to a service station on the autobahn outside of town. I thanked him profusely. Turns out he had a lot of information to deliver. Said that Freiburg, years ago, was a town with a lot of squats, just like Berlin was a decade ago, but that in both towns, they’ve been cleared out, became rentals or just now not allowed to exist.

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

What I hadn’t known, is that where he dropped me off, now bypassed the place where I had mapped out that I was going to take as my route. It was a truck driver who said after I asked him and showed him my hand drawn map, that I had already passed that particular road, but that I could get off at such and such exit. It sounded like ‘German’ to me. I was inside starting to get worried, that I was going to be stuck here too, going way out of my way. But I consulted maps and found the names he spoke of.

Lots more story to tell, but I’ll just at least get these pictures out and describe more later. It was a fascinating hitchabout as far as insights into human nature and the whole gamut of types of people. It was also one in which I was stuck two nights in a row with no housing or food, and yet improvised and really enjoyed myself, even with the challenges.

Freiburg, Germany fantastic graffiti

Freiburg, Germany fantastic graffiti

I really do feel like a survivor, who can improvise and find means through creativity and resilience, to make things work, and even laugh about it. Of course, I’m not a refugee who has been forced to leave behind everything to seek a new life, nor someone who has just had my home burn down, ravaged by the exigencies of climate change. Just someone who has chosen to go on an adventure, who knows that I will bounce back into an accommodation I had planned – the workaway – host I was heading to in the south of France near Aix-en-Provence, from the host I left behind in central-southern Germany near Stuttgart.

The one I left behind was a nice learning experience, the one I’ve just surfed into is already exceeding my imagination and really fantastic. I feel very fortunate and appreciative.

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

Freiburg, Germany graffiti

carol the blogger March 24th, 2017 in New Mexico

carol the blogger March 24th, 2017 in New Mexico

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graffiti along fleuve Lez, Montpellier, France Oct. 2017

graffiti along fleuve Lez, Montpellier, France Oct. 2017

New Wave of Graffiti, Montpellier, France

New Wave of Graffiti Montpellier France Oct. 2017

banana man

banana man

sinking green

sinking green
Graffiti Montpellier France

duo layers

duo layers
graffiti Montpellier France

Bicycle Ride to the Mediterranean Sea, graffiti Montpellier France

Bicycle Ride to the Mediterranean Sea
graffiti Montpellier France

graffiti, Montpellier, France

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Alias works: Don't Tell Anyone

Alias works:
Don’t Tell Anyone

Alias Works: Head in Hands

Alias Works:
Head in Hands

I discovered this Alias works’ below a few years ago, strolling in the Hinterhof (back courtyard) of Hackescher Markt, actually the (zweiter hinterhof / two courtyards’ deep) in Mitte, Berlin, Germany. It’s enormity of expression speaks for itself. I posted it then in this blog. https://digesthis.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/mo-mitte-and-graffiti-pics/

Alias: PicketinG for a better Future

Alias: PicketinG for a better Future

It appears that Alias is still ever present in Berlin.

And now, I digress.

In my own works towards creating a better future for myself, after returning to Berlin just under two moons ago, I’ve immersed myself in doing the necessary proactive stuff. I’ve come to embrace the 3 P’s as my allies: patience, persistence and pleasure, to get me through the language and beaurocratic impasses, while fluidly interacting with the life around me as a connect – from the abundant disconnects.

Electricity and internet connections allow me to stroll through the avenues of classified ads, posting and reading posts (in my work and housing searches), connecting with friends, hearing about events, and going to them, along with dropping into nature with biking and swimming and ultimate frisbee in parks. Sometimes a local bibliotek or loitering way too many hours beyond what that cup of coffee should have allowed me to get away with at Sankt Oberholz, sending out wires for work while studying topics and further writing…

Yesterday, at the end of two 10 hour ‘work’ days, I perused facebook during leisure hours. I saw a quote on an acquaintance’s wall – who was and still is – connected to the ccc’s events back in San Francisco in the day, before it, along with a plethora of other arts and co-oped music places were dislocated from the burgeoning economics, greedily feeding the new start-up scene. Not to be confused with the ccc – chaos computer club – in Berlin, the former San Francisco based ccc – consortium of collective consciousness – is a psychedelic Goa trance family founded by Brad Olsen's original ccc logo - consortium of collective consciousness Brad Olsen. The ccc warehouse took the plunge, a year after documenting in that year’s HowWeird Street Fair (also founded by Brad Olsen), the dislocation of 180 or so local businesses that had been cut out of their leases by landlords, due to the real estate bubble that was bursting.

I was about to write this quote which resonated with me, as I sat with my newly hooked up internet cable stretched into my room (attempting to avoid asphyxiation from cigarette smoking in my current shared housing residence) the only place where WiFi is achievable, the common space kitchen.

“Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you…

…when you start imprinting your intent on the Universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.”

Having just adjusted the furniture to enable me to sit at a table in my bright, unsmoke-filled room to work, I was contentedly writing away – journaling about how content I am with all the effort I’ve been putting out and generally happy and hopeful feeling… when there was a knock on the door, which was opened before I said “come in”. I’m sure the intentions were good, with a new ‘longer’ internet cable to stretch into my room. However, 25 minutes later, after having moved my table now 4 times, hooking up to a new, then to the old, cable. Ultimately, I had no internet connection at all. After being met with hostility and accusations, I now was pitched into a new range of unpleasant emotions, notching up my vocal expulsions.

I chose to relocate, to a local library. Then their internet connection shortcomings pitched me out of there as well, unable to continue the flow. Then I went to another place and encountered someone yelling at these other people, which pitched then into an argument. I left that place too, then sat briefly with an acquaintance. We revealed to each other a bit about each others‘ lives.

I learned that he’s actually Austrian, that his grandfather was a Nazi who had the SS tattoed under the armpit of his left arm. And that his father, a sailor, went to French Guiana where he met his mother, a darker skinned native there. He explained that his childhood was a strange mixed-up world, in which his father worried that his kids would be dark skinned…yet each of the four are faire. He told me this with his now distinctly more apparent African features, and pale blue eyes. We parted company on each of our bicycles, and I wound up back at home. After probing the connection in my room which still no longer worked, I’m back in the kitchen, about to have a cig myself, just to acclimate to the local climate’ -)

So, regarding imprinting your intent on the Universe, rather than receiving an imprint from existence, well, the same applies; patience, persistence and pleasure > the embodiment of pleasure to me is motion, moving towards what pleases and away from that which impinges on pleasure.

Alias kid head in hands and woman beneath featured by AndBerlin

Alias kid head in hands and woman beneath featured by andberlin

This AndBerlin blog features Alias sightings

And this AndBerlin blog captures a lot of the essence of the fabulous large scale art you see from the streets in Berlin.

Carol the blogger, snap shot in Mauerpark Berlin by a FRenchBerlinonBike blogger

Carol the blogger, snap shot in Mauerpark Berlin by a FRenchBerlinonBike blogger

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Back on Berlin’s pavements

met with surprises

comically clever

delightfully satirical

s t e n c i l

d e s i g n

g r a f f i t i

For starters, the freshly discovered ‘let’s party’ stencil series, fresh for me anyway!

Remember the night we all went to bed on time? Me neither.    Lets Party

Remember the night we all went to bed on time? Me neither. Lets Party

Have Less do More

Have Less do More Let’s Party

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