I spent some great days in Switzerland to visit a friend and this beautiful country for the first time. This is the Lake Zug right when the sun was setting. It was so peaceful and calm, barely any other people than us. I want to conserve this feeling for a while.

The beach where the Cape Coast Castle is located, one of the most touristic places in Cape.

Only the facades of the Castle were white and pretty. It told the stories of millions of slaves, maybe some of my ancestors, who were raped, tortured or murdered here.

The officials lived in a beautiful room with this view over the beach, played games and drunk all night while human beings suffered a few meters beneath them.


After the slaves passed this gate, they were sold and shipped to different places never got back to Ghana to see their family again.


We climbed and old tower that served as a watch and defending point for the colonizers. The view was amazing - to see how the architecture is far more than little shantys but really komplex buildings.

The canals were often just beside the street and I prayed not to fall into these little garbage rivers.

We had the pleasure to experience the Cape Coast Festival and this was shot on Orange Friday.

Everyone wore orange, there was a huge roadmarch and like on the days of the one-week-festival, a lot of music and dancing.


On the last day, there was a traditional roadmarch where the chiefs and their entourage came with lots of dancers in traditional clothes.

They were all extemely shocked to see...

...one of these men on stilts passing a little child to another one.

Soundsystems, afrobeats, all day all night, everywhere you go.

Memories of my walks with Celine around beautiful Greenwhich University buildings in last March.

I spent three days in Ghana's Volta Region where my father is from. It was a whole new world. I didn't understand any word around me, because in this region the main language is Ewe and not Twi, what my parents normally spoke at home. I met one uncle at the station who brought me to the house where my father's family grew up. It was a huge area, which provided space for 10 people and a lot of animals were still there. I also met another uncle's wife and my teenage boy cousin, who was an awesome one to spend time with. He also accompanied me and my friend to the waterfall "Wli", the highest waterfall in Western Africa.

September 2015. Ghana left me speechless for almost a year. I knew how curious many of you were to hear my stories. Yet half of the time I was not able to put into words what I have experienced there, afraid that the combination of letters couldn't do anything near justice to the emotions I felt throughout these five weeks. The next half of the year the memories had already begun to fade slowly so I felt even more that my words would never be appropriate. But now it's time, since I have collected so many new memories in different journeys throughout the year and since another big journey is right ahead of me. I want to share these memories beforehand. So there I go, releasing the photos letting them speak for themselves.





These were shot at Wli waterfall near Hohoe in the Volta Region. We chose to do the longer hike which was the most exhausting and dangerous thing I have ever done. It was so hot although the sun didn't even whine and we expected rain. Still, my sweat soaked through my clothes. We were rewarded with this upper part of the waterfall in its full beauty and intimacy without the presence of other people other than us.

Currently travelling to Cologne, thinking a lot about home again. See you again soon, hometown.