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Pacing is harder than pushing. Today’s walk was only possible because I didn’t walk it alone.
MRI day in Zurich’s city center — a quiet river view before the machine’s banging soundtrack. Later came the best kind of update: status unchanged. Sometimes steady is everything. 🙌🏽
On days like today, my walk turns into a treasure hunt – for the undiscovered, the unusual, the surprising. Some finds remain unpublished. The first signs of spring…
Erratic skies, steady strokes — finding balance between shifting seasons and deliberate movement.
Sunday routine: preparation, fatigue, and the quiet satisfaction of maintenance — body and machine alike.
On cold and rainy days like today, it feels good to lean into a bit of coziness. What better way than a warm glass of chocolate “milk,” made…
From after-work beers to after-work rowing — choosing motion, coordination, and neuroplasticity over booze.
An “I’ll just do physio” evening turned into a spontaneous underpass walk: blurry, flared, imperfect, but a small win against lingering overexertion.
Longer days, quiet tables, and the slow anticipation of spring — adjusting my tempo until warmth returns.
A locally roasted coffee with origins in Ethiopia, marking a shift toward lighter, fruit-forward tastes.
A late-winter walk through Oerlikon turns into another lesson in pacing—using speed early, switching to support later, and arriving home just as the energy reserves run dry.
Every person in Switzerland is, by law, entitled to one shelter space. In most apartment buildings, these spaces are commonly used as basement storage areas, provided the apartment’s…
Finding warmth, shared joy, and small discoveries in familiar places, even when times feel heavy.
Exertion lingering in the body, a slower commute, and a moment of perceptual play inside the neurology clinic.
A day of choosing rowing over walking pressure, listening to limits, and finding satisfaction in consistency rather than speed.
Carrying support without needing it. Sometimes preparation alone is enough to move further than expected.
A sleepless night and a lesson in “Spoon Theory.” Sometimes the physical toll of a chronic illness shows up in the most unexpected places
A reflective ride through former streets, shaped by memory, change, and continued routine.
A sunlit walk, small miscalculations, and quiet attention to winter details along the way.