The sound of the surf in Zeeland. Screaming my lungs out on a small stage in a dirty club. The smell of skin on a Sunday morning. Drinking pastis on Cours Saleya in Nice. Playing chess in the Gellert Baths in Budapest. Drinking beer at the Fishmarkt in Hamburg after an all-nighter. Lying in the sun in the Vondelpark in Amsterdam. The smell of the hair of my niece. Sitting on the stairs of the Sacre Coeur. Taking a cold shower after coming from the beach, washing away the mixture of sea salt, suncream and sweat. Walking through the woods in Autumn, with the heavy scents of fire, rotting leaves and rain in the air, all at the same time. Bruges at dusk. Being on tour with the band. My grandmother. The smell of the Metro. Hearing the rain drip from the trees on Brüsseler Platz in Cologne. You.

Image: Kai Mueller