Steppps – Friedenspilgern

What is the plan for me here???? I don’t know yet Anyway. I said. I will walk until Herat, ….so many people said,  it’s safe until there. So finally I was disturbed before in the walk. I think I will not fight for walking the last 60 km to Herat anymore. It seems anyway, if […]

Herat Yesterday was a kind of calm day. I went in the morning with Barkatulla to the center to get a sim-card and to change money. Everything went smooth. In the afternoon I was busy to write all the articles for the blog. Barkatulla had to work. So I had the upper room in the […]

At around 5am I realise some village people picking from a desert plant, similar to cauli flower, but bigger, the buds. I learn later they make some kind of drugs from it. It’s for sure a slow day. So little to drink during the night and a full fast day to come. So I am […]

Walking from Mashad/Iran towards the border filled me often up with this beautiful feeling of Love in my heart. Love, walking towards Afghanistan. Love, to be in love and peace with the decision, to walk through Afghanistan. Love, because it’s good. I passed the border at the 5th of June 2017. Afghanian kalender: 15th/3/1396. First […]

Yes. This is a very big thank for all friendly Iranians. You are such a beautiful folk. Your kindness and caretaking is undiscribeable. You are such wonderful beings. With so much heart and love and caretaking and hospitality and friendship and friendliness. It’s so wonderful to experience such a wonderful nation. I know you go […]

Last day in the desert sand storm. But luckily not that much, that there was no breathing possible anymore. The storm makes the air fresh. Some hours later I saw signs of a flood. ??? In the evening I was told, that there was heavy rain around Iranian new year. The flood was 1m high […]

Spending the evening with Ansgar and Efat in Taybat suddenly Ali showed up. He wanted me to bring to his home city Birjand, 3h driving away. The idea was to leave from Taybat at 10pm to arrive there at 1am. Having fruits before sleeping. After the next night leaving early morning so I could, after […]

Ali from Fariman brought himself into task to help organizing my overnight stayings from now on for the rest of my stay in Iran. Coming closer to the Afghanistan border, people changed again. Men wearing turban, rolled from a long fabric. At one end a meter of the fabric hangs down, ready to be any […]