You’ve probably experienced this feeling of escapism at least once. This feeling of not feeling at home, the urge to go off the grid. To get rid of all your belongings and just hit the road, to see what life is like with this newly obtained freedom. To live like a true minimalist, a nonconformist breaking whatever rules life throws at you. My home was a squat, a former Lidl supermarket, where we hosted audio-video exhibitions. I slept in the former refrigerators. I was considering moving to Berlin, where I traveled regularly staying at this photographer’s apartment near Moritzplatz when he was out of town. This must have been 2005, 2006. I bought some hardware during this time and eventually found a proper room to stay in, but still felt out-of-place somehow, a feeling that never really went away.
This made me decide to sell the hardware and give away most of my belongings, including 176 copies of an electronic album (Ox Lahun Series). I quit doing music and hit the road with one bag and just a few backups of my tracks on hard drives. The move was partly inspired by my best friend (now my wifey), who hitchhiked across the US east coast and lived on a beach in Mexico for over a year. When I was about to leave, a friend of mine offered me an old camper van to travel with as long as I would give it back after the trip. It was an old Toyota with a heater, a stove, a comfortable bed and a fancy yet way too heavy wooden interior.
Over the next years, I drove that little camper van all across Europe, from Barcelona to the border of Belarus and Lithuania, and from Rostock to Pula. So off I went, first to Barcelona with friends of mine, who run the Pirate Kitchen from a big old Mercedes truck, a project they still run on festivals like Fusion. Luckily I never had any big problems with the van: pretty nice for a guy who’s just able to handle knobs on synths and DJ equipment.