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A European Journey

Johannes Eber / How To Save Democracy


  • #589

    Stop talking! 
    Listen.
    Think.
    Thrive.
    Repeat.
    October 27, 2025
    6words

  • #588

    Starting point of companionship: 
    A smile. 
    October 24, 2025
    6words

  • #587

    headless / Peja, Kosovo / 03 August 2025
    October 22, 2025

  • #586

    Above all, democracy needs informed minds. 
    October 21, 2025
    6words

  • #585

    selling beauty promises / Budapest, Hungary / 01 February 2025
    October 16, 2025

  • #584

    Sag, zu wem willst du beten?
    Zu wem willst du gehen?
    Wenn die ganzen Geföhnten
    So weit rechts von hier stehen
    Und zu wem willst du aufschauen
    Wenn da oben nix is‘
    Absolutely nothing
    Unimpresses me like this

    Martin Bechler
    October 11, 2025

  • #583

    Can you rescue me? / Athens, Greece / 10 August 2025
    October 10, 2025

  • #582

    foamy / Porto, Portugal / 29 August 2015

    October 9, 2025

  • #581

    No means, only ends = perfect day
    October 9, 2025
    6words

  • #580

    cloudy Sunday / Tauberbischofsheim, Germany / 13 March 2016
    October 7, 2025

  • #579

    No solutions 
    without recognising
    potential conflicts.
    October 6, 2025
    6words

  • #578

    leaving / Porto, Portugal / 29 August 2015
    October 6, 2025

  • #577

    Rule of life: 
    Do no harm.
    October 5, 2025
    6words

  • #576

    detour / New York City, USA / 10 October 2019
    October 5, 2025

  • #575

    waterfront / Belgrade, Serbia / 25 July 2025
    October 5, 2025

  • #574

    United but different
    - call it democracy.
    October 4, 2025
    6words

  • #573

    lamp & cloud / Peja, Kosovo / 03 August 2025
    October 3, 2025

  • #572

    a serious life / Serbia / 26 July 2025
    October 3, 2025

  • #571

    Leben ist endlich. 
    Darum lebe endlich.

    October 3, 2025
    6words

  • #570

    curve / Serbia / 26 July 2025
    October 1, 2025

  • #569

    moment in lifetime / Hamburg, Germany / 03 August 2019
    September 23, 2025

  • #568

    Noun for "to trump up": Trump
    September 23, 2025
    6words

  • #567

    make it shine / Peja, Kosovo / 03 August 2025
    September 22, 2025

  • #566

    Old men‘s greatest pleasure:
    Knowing better.
    September 22, 2025
    6words

  • #565

    Fleeing my hometown
    to come home
    September 21, 2025
    6words

  • #564

    Supply chain‘s finish:
    „Some rolls, please.“
    September 20, 2025
    6words

  • #563

    flagged / New York City, USA / 10 October 2019
    September 18, 2025

  • #562

    change
    from upset to set up
    September 18, 2025
    6words

  • #561

    Slow food on fast train. Priceless. 
    September 17, 2025
    6words

  • #560

    Listening, at 6:04 a.m.

    I could have missed it. The faint humming of a bike. Behind me, on the street. While I was waiting for the tram. Someone was riding a bicycle. From left to right. From some place to some place. I didn't know why. I just knew that. And suddenly I felt connected. Undetected. The two of us. A person I don't know anything about. Only that they were riding a bike. At the same time, at the same place where I was. In the dark and early hours of this vast city. What if I had missed this? If I hadn't listened?
    September 17, 2025
    100words

  • #559

    Pause. Paper. Pen. 
    That's all needed.
    September 16, 2025
    6words

  • #558

    I've destroyed my slot machine. #iPhone  
    September 16, 2025
    6words

  • #557

    In die Welt. Du. 
    Mit mir.
    September 15, 2025
    6words

  • #556

    When will you quit? / Berlin, Germany / 14 September 2025
    September 14, 2025

  • #555

    Can you safe your life? / Greece / 11 August 2025
    September 13, 2025

  • #554

    Every day
    a chance
    to change.
    September 13, 2025
    6words

  • #553

    smurfs / Skopje, North Macedonia / 08 August 2025
    September 10, 2025

  • #552

    What do they long for? / Athens, Greece / 10 August 2025
    September 9, 2025

  • #551

    loaded / Patra, Greece / 11 August 2025
    September 5, 2025

  • #550

    driving by / Taranto, Italy / 14 August 2025
    August 29, 2025

  • #549

    above water / Hamburg, Germany / 27 August 2025
    August 27, 2025

  • #548

    the woman with the golden hair / New York City, USA / 12 October 2019

    August 26, 2025

  • #547

    photographing a wedding party, photographed / Meiningen, Germany / 23 August 2025
    August 25, 2025

  • #546

    See Mum, see Dad, I've become autonomous. You changed my diaper, fed me, taught me. But now I am grown. I don't need you anymore. I am free. - And because I am free, I can choose to carry you always with me. What we have experienced. The travelling. The laughing. The crying. Everything is on my mind. In my heart. And I know, it always will. 
    August 24, 2025

  • #545

    Don‘t write to be read. Write to understand. 
    August 20, 2025

  • #544

    „Ich bin kein Läufer, ich bin ein Wanderer, und wenn die Füße weh tun, nehm ich halt den Zug.“ 
    - Anna Mabo
    August 19, 2025

  • #543

    What is left when I don’t post anymore?
    Not on LinkedIn, not in blogs,
    not on Instagram, not on Bluesky.
    When I stop telling the world
    that I exist—
    alive, performing,
    bragging in pictures, words, arguments.

    What is left when it is only me?
    Myself,
    and the life that presses close—
    every minute, every second.
    A life without likes,
    without shares, without reach.
    Yet a life I can touch,
    that touches me now:
    on this old train along the coast,
    window open,
    the sun on my skin,
    the wind in my hair—
    grey now,
    but still,
    still.

    Can I bear such a life?
    With all its cracks
    no longer hidden.
    With all its vibrant silence.
    A life fragile in its worth,
    priceless in its seeming worthlessness.

    I want to dare it.
    I do.
    August 16, 2025

  • #542

    shadow of demarcation / Athens, Greece / 10 August 2025
    August 11, 2025

  • #541

    On holiday

    Outside, in the distance, the mountains have disappeared behind greyness. Summer rain is falling, barely audible. The window of the hotel room is open. A light breeze carries this summer morning into the room.

    Inside, me, sitting in bed, writing. Not much to do today. Finding a place for breakfast. Catching the train at 1 p.m. To leave this town. Towards another town.

    But that will be in another time.

    Now is the present.

    The raindrops. The gentle breeze. Completeness.

    Everything I longed for - in a hotel room in Villach, Austria.
    July 24, 2025

  • #540

    Will you dare to go out? / New York City, USA / 10 October 2019
    July 23, 2025

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