KURT GASSNER

“When I remember Cuba, I don’t remember the cars or the cigars. I remember the people.”

Chapter 1 — Two Worlds

I travelled to Cuba twice.

The first journey was about discovering the country.

The second journey was about understanding its soul.

What I found was not one Cuba.

It was two Cubas living side by side.

Chapter 2 — Behind the Facades

When I think of Cuba, I don’t think of cigars.

I don’t think of old American cars.

I think of people.

Their smiles.

Their generosity.

Their curiosity.

Their warmth.

Even today, years later, these faces remain with me.

Chapter 3 — The People

We drove across the entire island.

Broken roads.

Unexpected encounters.

Hitchhikers.

People trying to sell us fake cigars.

And every single day another unforgettable story.

Chapter 4 — Happiness Without Abundance

Cuba showed me two completely different worlds.

One filled with music, colour and creativity.

The other struggling with shortages, declining buildings and limited opportunities.

Every conversation reflected this contradiction.

Chapter 5 — Improvisation

On our second journey we explored another Cuba.

Not beaches.

Not hotels.

Art.

With professors and art historians we visited private studios.

Some artists exhibited in New York.

Others in Miami.

Their creativity was breathtaking.

Chapter 6 — What We Have Forgotten

This place changed the way I think about creativity.

A former factory transformed into one of the most inspiring cultural spaces I have ever experienced.

I left thinking:

Europe needs places like this.

Chapter 7 — What Cuba Taught Me / Final Reflection

Music was everywhere.

Not on stages.

In everyday life.

Old couples danced.

Children sang.

Every street had its own rhythm.
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Before I understood resilience, I met it in Cuba.

The people I met taught me that dignity, hope and creativity can survive even under the most difficult circumstances.

Chapter 1 — At Twenty

I was twenty years old.

I had just earned my first real money as a young creative in a German advertising agency.

Most people would have bought a car.

Or a better apartment.

I bought a ticket to Africa.

Not because I had a plan.

Because I had curiosity.
Chapter 2 — Leaving the Familiar World

I spoke no French.

Not a single sentence.

No travel guides.

No internet.

No mobile phone.

Just a small bag, a Polaroid camera and the address of a few development workers I had met in Germany. They lived in Korhogo, in the north of Côte d’Ivoire.

That was enough.

Chapter 3 — Into Africa

When I landed in Abidjan, Africa overwhelmed me immediately.

My first night was spent in the elegant InterContinental Hotel—a place so luxurious it even had its own ice rink.

Only a few days later I was sitting on the dusty ground of a crowded bush-taxi station, waiting for a shared taxi that would take me north.

That contrast became my way of travelling for the rest of my life.

Sometimes luxury.

Sometimes almost nothing.

Never the middle.

Chapter 4 — When Plans Disappear

One of my first lessons came quickly.

Walking through a market in Abidjan, wearing my Omega watch, I was robbed.

It hurt.

But it was also my first travel lesson.

The world wasn’t dangerous.

It simply demanded awareness.

Chapter 5 — Learning to Trust Myself

At the bush-taxi station I always tried to squeeze into the back with everyone else.

But the drivers insisted that I sit in the front.

I hadn’t earned that privilege.

It was simply the reality of Africa in the early 1970s.

I never forgot that feeling.

Chapter 6 — The Birth of a Traveller

Then something unexpected happened.

I met an African woman who was several years older than me.

In many ways she became my guide.

She opened doors that I would never have found alone.

She introduced me to villages, families, traditions and everyday life far beyond the routes any tourist could have discovered.

She didn’t just show me Africa.

She taught me how to travel.

Chapter 7 — What Africa Taught Me / Final Reflection

My secret weapon was simple.

A Polaroid camera.

Whenever I met someone, I photographed them and immediately handed them their picture.

Today that sounds ordinary.

Back then it was almost magic.

People laughed.

Children gathered around.

Strangers became friends within minutes.

The camera became my passport into people’s lives.

Don’t Go There

Chapter 1 — The Reputation

Chapter 2 — Alone at Seventy

Chapter 3 — The River

Chapter 4 — The Lesson

Chapter 5 — Beyond the Headlines

Chapter 6 — The Kindness of Strangers

Chapter 7 — What Central America Taught Me / Final Reflection

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Chapter 1 — Beyond the India We Expected

Chapter 2 — Two Indias

Chapter 3 — Family Is Everything

Chapter 4 — Investing in the Next Generation

Chapter 5 — The Dignity of Struggle

Chapter 6 — Resilience

Chapter 7 — What India Taught Me / Final Reflection

“A beautiful life can still be an empty life.”

Chapter 1 — Searching for Paradise

For years, I had been searching for paradise. Perhaps Panama could be it. Warm weather. Beautiful landscapes. The ocean. A favourable lifestyle. And attractive conditions for retirees. On paper, Panama seemed almost perfect.

Chapter 2 — Looking Seriously

We weren’t just tourists. We spoke with lawyers. We studied residency options. We looked at properties. We travelled along the coast. We explored Panama City. We wanted to know: Could we actually live here?

Chapter 3 — Boquete

Then we drove into the mountains. Boquete. Cooler air. Green hills. Beautiful homes. Golf clubs. International communities. Many foreigners had already done exactly what we were considering. At first I thought: Perhaps they had found the answer.

Chapter 4 — The Empty Eyes

But then I began looking at the people. Not their houses. Not their golf clubs. Not their bank accounts. Their faces. I saw people sitting alone. In front of computers. Passing time. Waiting for another day in paradise. And something disturbed me. Some of their eyes looked empty.

Chapter 5 — Uprooted

Then I understood what might be missing. They had escaped taxes. Weather. Stress. Perhaps even obligations. But some had also left behind friends, family, culture, purpose, and the world in which they mattered. They had changed countries — but had they created a new life?

Chapter 6 — The Beautiful Package

Panama offered almost everything we thought we were looking for. Climate. Nature. Comfort. Financial advantages. Freedom. But I began to see it as a beautiful package without enough inside. Paradise cannot replace purpose. And sunshine cannot replace belonging.

Chapter 7 — What Panama Taught Me / Final Reflection

That journey changed my definition of paradise. Paradise isn’t where taxes are lowest. It isn’t where the weather is best. It isn’t even where the house is most beautiful. Paradise is where you wake up in the morning and still have a reason to get out of bed.

Final Reflection
We left Panama without buying anything. And once again, I was grateful. Because Panama taught me something I would remember whenever I dreamed about moving somewhere else: Never confuse escaping from something with moving toward something.

A meaningful life needs more than comfort. It needs people. Curiosity. Culture. Work. Love. Purpose. Something that still asks something of you. “Perhaps the greatest poverty is not having too little — but having nothing left that you are needed for.”

“I arrived as a stranger. Minutes later, they made me feel as if I had always belonged.”

Chapter 1 — Beyond the Postcard

We travelled across several Hawaiian islands. Of course, we found everything we expected. Palm trees. Beaches. Surfing. Sunsets. Aloha. It was beautiful. But the Hawaii I remember most had nothing to do with the postcard.

Chapter 2 — Looking for the Real Hawaii

We wanted to understand what existed beyond the resorts. Beyond the beaches. Beyond the Hawaii created for visitors. We wanted to meet the people. To feel their traditions. To understand what Aloha really meant. And then, almost by accident, we walked into a church.

Chapter 3 — The Church

We stood quietly at the back. We were strangers. Almost everyone around us was local. We didn’t know anyone. We didn’t know what would happen. And then people began turning toward us. Someone took our hands. Someone embraced us. Someone placed flowers around our necks. And suddenly we weren’t standing at the back anymore.

Chapter 4 — Singing Together

Then everyone began to sing. Not politely. Not cautiously. They sang with their whole hearts. And we sang with them. For those moments, there were no tourists. No locals. No strangers. There was simply a community. I still get goosebumps remembering it.

Chapter 5 — The Meaning of Aloha

Until then, Aloha had been a word. A greeting. Something written on signs and souvenirs. That day, I understood something different. Aloha wasn’t something they said. It was something they gave. Warmth. Attention. Touch. Acceptance. Belonging. Without asking anything in return.

Chapter 6 — Belonging Without Permission

We spend so much of our lives deciding who belongs and who doesn’t. Nationality. Language. Religion. Colour. Status. That congregation needed none of it. Nobody asked who we were. Nobody asked why we were there. They simply made room for us. Perhaps belonging can sometimes be that simple.

Chapter 7 — What Hawaii Taught Me / Final Reflection

I have travelled to many places. I have stayed in beautiful hotels. Seen extraordinary landscapes. Visited temples, monuments and cities. But some of the greatest travel experiences cannot be booked. They happen when another human being opens a door and says, without words: You are welcome here.

Final Reflection When I think of Hawaii today, I don’t first remember Waikiki. I don’t remember surfing. I don’t even remember the beaches. I remember standing in that church beside Anneliese, flowers around our necks, holding the hands of people we had never met before, and singing together. For a brief moment, thousands of kilometres from home, we belonged. And perhaps that is what Aloha really means. “Home is sometimes not a place. It is the moment another human being makes room for you.”

The Red Thread I came to Bayreuth expecting Richard Wagner. I left thinking about ourselves. The real question wasn’t whether AI can reinterpret Wagner. The real question was
whether we still understand the revolutionary who created him.

Chapter 1 — The Rebel

Richard Wagner wasn’t born to preserve tradition. He challenged it. He shocked audiences. His music broke conventions. He supported the revolutionary movements of 1848. He dreamed of a completely new form of art.

Chapter 2 — The King Who Believed

Almost nobody believed in Wagner. Except one man. King Ludwig II. He recognised genius before the rest of the world did. Without him, Bayreuth would probably never have existed.

Chapter 3 — When AI Entered the Stage

This year’s production asked a fascinating question. What happens when one of history’s greatest artistic visions meets artificial intelligence? Not everyone welcomed the idea. But perhaps that is exactly what Wagner himself would have wanted.

Chapter 4 — The Great Irony

This became my strongest impression. The composer who once shocked society… is now often surrounded by ritual. Elegant evening dress. Long traditions. Fixed expectations. Sometimes I wondered: Would today’s Bayreuth have accepted the young Richard Wagner?

Chapter 5 — Can Art Stand Still?

True art doesn’t exist to comfort us. It exists to challenge us. Every generation must discover great works again. Otherwise, they become museums instead of living experiences.

Chapter 6 — What Bayreuth Taught Me

Respect tradition. But never worship it. The greatest tribute to a genius is not repeating his ideas. It is having the courage to continue his spirit of innovation.

Chapter 7 — Final Reflection

When I left Bayreuth, I wasn’t thinking about AI. I was thinking about Wagner. Not the monument. Not the legend. But the fearless young artist who dared to imagine something the world had never seen before. Perhaps that is the real legacy of genius. Not perfection. But the courage to challenge the impossible.

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Chapter 1 — Falling in Love

Chapter 2 — The Dream

Chapter 3 — Almost Ours

Chapter 4 — Behind the Paradise

Chapter 5 — The Outsider

Chapter 6 — The Deal I Was Lucky to Lose

Chapter 7 — What Jamaica Taught Me / Final Reflection

The Land We Never Understood

Chapter 1 —A Continent of Distance

The first thing Australia taught us was distance. The map suggested destinations. The road revealed the truth. Towns disappeared behind us, the landscape stretched towards an unreachable horizon, and hours passed without anything apparently changing. Yet the emptiness was never truly empty. The colours shifted. The light became harder. A tree, an abandoned building or an animal beside the road suddenly acquired significance simply because there was nothing else to distract us. In Europe, distance separates places. In Australia, distance seems to define them. The road forced us to slow down—not physically, perhaps, but inwardly. There was nowhere to escape from our thoughts. The silence travelled with us.
Chapter 2 — The Beauty of Isolation

There is a particular kind of beauty in places that do not need us. Australia’s landscapes did not appear to ask for admiration. They existed with an indifference that was both unsettling and liberating. We stood before views that seemed untouched by human urgency. There were no monuments to achievement, no carefully arranged perspectives and no promise that the landscape would reveal its meaning. We were simply present. For a traveller, this can feel like freedom. But freedom and isolation are close relatives. The same vastness that opens the mind can also make a person feel very small. Perhaps that was the attraction: to experience a world in which we were not the centre.
Chapter 3 — Who Is the Stranger?

Chapter 4 — Who Is the Stranger?

We arrived as visitors and unconsciously expected the country to explain itself to us. But who was the stranger? Was it the person whose life we did not understand—or were we the strangers, travelling across an ancient land with our cameras, schedules and assumptions? The question remained with us. Travel often encourages the illusion that seeing a place means knowing it. We collect impressions, take photographs and remember conversations. Then we return home believing we have understood something. Australia resisted that illusion. The longer we stayed, the more we realised that we were only touching the surface.## Chapter 4 — The People We Did Not See For tens of thousands of years, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples have lived in relationship with this land. Yet travelling through modern Australia, their presence was often strangely absent from the places designed for visitors. Their art appeared in galleries. Their symbols appeared on souvenirs. Their history was mentioned on plaques and in museums. But this was not the same as understanding their lived reality. We began to notice the gap between visibility and recognition. A culture can be displayed and still remain unheard. It can be celebrated aesthetically while its history, pain and knowledge are kept at a comfortable distance. We realised how little we knew—and how rarely travellers are encouraged to ask deeper questions.
Chapter 5 — A Land Older Than Our Questions

Uluru was not merely a spectacular rock glowing in the evening light. It belonged to a cultural and spiritual landscape far older than the stories we had brought with us. What appeared to us as a destination was part of something living: memory, ancestry, responsibility and belonging. We could admire its form and changing colours. We could walk nearby and listen to explanations. But admiration was not understanding. Some places do not exist to be consumed as experiences. They ask for humility. Standing there, we felt the limits of the visitor’s gaze. We could look, but that did not give us ownership. We could learn, but we would remain outsiders. Perhaps respect begins precisely at that boundary.
Chapter 6 — Can We Still Stand Still?

Australia constantly confronted us with scale. In such a vast landscape, our usual concerns seemed strangely small. Plans, appointments and everyday frustrations lost some of their importance. But standing still is difficult. We are accustomed to movement, information and the next destination. Even while travelling, we often hurry towards the experience rather than allowing the experience to reach us. Australia demanded another rhythm. Sometimes there was nothing to do except watch the light change, listen to the wind and accept that the landscape would not entertain us. Those moments became some of the most powerful of the journey. Stillness was not an absence. It was an invitation.
Chapter 7 — What Australia Taught Me

Australia taught me that beauty does not automatically create understanding. A traveller can cross a continent and still remain far away from it. We can photograph a landscape without recognising its history. We can admire another culture without truly listening to its people. The journey therefore left me with questions rather than conclusions. How much of a country do we ever really see? How much do we interpret through the habits and expectations we bring with us? And how often do we confuse access with knowledge? Australia did not reject us. But neither did it offer itself easily. That was perhaps its most honest lesson.
Final Reflection — The Land We Never Understood
When I think about Australia now, I remember its space, light and silence. But I also remember the feeling that something remained beyond our reach. Perhaps every meaningful journey should leave something unresolved. Complete understanding is often another form of possession—the belief that we can reduce a place to a story we can comfortably tell. Australia would not allow that. We arrived with familiar images and left with unfamiliar questions. We had travelled across the country, witnessed its extraordinary beauty and encountered fragments of its history. Yet the deeper Australia—the Australia beneath the roads, cities and celebrated landscapes—remained largely unknown to us. And perhaps admitting that is more truthful than pretending otherwise.
We saw Australia. But we never fully understood it.

The Joy of Serving

“In Southeast Asia I discovered that happiness is often found not in being served, but in serving others.”

Before I travelled through Southeast Asia, I believed happiness came from achievement.
The countries I visited showed me another path.
Humility.
Compassion.
Service.
Inner peace.
In many Buddhist cultures, serving others is not a burden.
It is a privilege.

Chapter 1 — A Different World

A Different World

Thailand.

Laos.

Cambodia.

Vietnam.

Malaysia.

Myanmar.

Singapore.

Different countries.

One shared spirit.

Chapter 2 — Living Traditions

Living Traditions

People still wore traditional clothing.

Ceremonies were still part of everyday life.

Temples were alive.

Respect wasn’t preserved for tourists.

It was still being lived.

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Chapter 3 — The Spirit of Buddhism

The Spirit of Buddhism

The temples impressed me.

But even more impressive were the people.

Calm.

Patient.

Present.

Their faith wasn’t loud.

It quietly shaped everyday life.

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Chapter 4 — Serving Others

Serving Others

This became my greatest lesson.

In many Western societies,

serving someone is often seen as being lower.

In Southeast Asia,

service is an honour.

By helping others,

you grow yourself.

That thought never left me.

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Chapter 5 — Respect for Age

Respect for Age

Older people weren’t tolerated.

They were respected.

Families remained connected.

Generations still belonged together.

That touched me deeply.

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Chapter 6 — Why I Came Back

Why I Came Back

Many people think I bought a home because of the beaches.

Or the weather.

They are wrong.

I returned because of the people.

Because I felt calmer there.

Because I recognised values that had become rare in the West.

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Chapter 7 — What Southeast Asia Taught Me / Final Reflection

What Southeast Asia Taught Me

Success isn’t always measured by achievement.

Sometimes it is measured by kindness.

Sometimes by patience.

Sometimes by how much happiness you bring to another person’s life.


Final Reflection

When I think about Southeast Asia today,

I don’t first remember temples.

Or beaches.

Or tropical islands.

I remember smiles.

Humility.

And a quiet philosophy.

That serving another person can also be a way of serving yourself.

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