In The Dwarf-Bus
The trip by Dwarf-bus is a lasting pleasure. Except when it goes wrong …
The trip by Dwarf-bus is a lasting pleasure. Except when it goes wrong …
The mystery of a tomb, the magic of the moment, and the traps of India in 1975
While contemplating them I made a stone dream that I want to share with you
Blanc-mange for white dwarves in a whitewashed room
Revelations of Bom Shankar in Srinagar under the fig tree of awakening
Experiencing the Little Mysteries: my practice of the arcana XIII initiation
A new proof of the archaic presence of blacks on the most distant continents
Amyann and the seven dwarfs in the following adventures of Aorn to the Earth Core
I never knew the name of this sadhu. He was called Bom Shankar because he said that all the time.
Emergency: Antarctic ice melts at an accelerated rate
Amyann, where are you? To the cries of the hippopodame I bury my head in my arms.
Srinagar, 1975 – Micha and I attend a freaky party on Dal Lake