Nick Harde

The documentation of a journey captured in a zine

East Germany. Rain. Nettles. Freight trains. Mosquitoes. Waiting. Bridge over the border river. More rain. B—Pol—Heli. And still no ride. Half a liter of action. Rancid ruin. Car train to the province. Then finally the wind in my face. Intermodal. Once across the east. Wild boars and more rain.