I cannot say why I initially started to make theses trips out of the city, but I noticed that I was drawn to spaces that I actually feared to go to. Yes, I soon made it a rule that if I felt a strong repulsion for a certain area this would be a sign for me to enter it. Former military training zones that have seen Prussian, Nazi and then Soviet soldiers bombing the earth; brown coal pit mines, abonded, the dead soil left to errosion; remants and ruins of WW2, contaminated ground - more and more of these hidden and often forbidden zones opened up to me in Brandenburg, Germany, the lowly populated state sorounding the metropole of Berlin. It was not about proving my courage but it felt meaningful to carefully move through these traumatized landscapes and to listen and to look where the next threshold would be. Pathways and portal presented themselves and the idea of a passage started to form, like a passage to the underworld. At times I felt a strange presence, something haunting, a sickness. I then would take out my camera. It is good that someone is here and feels into this, I would say to myself, don’t be afraid. (These images are part of a larger body of work, comprising 42 photographs.)