by feet

He usually wears a green sweatshirt when he sits on the chair in front of the guard's desk with his splinted leg stretched out.

"How did you make it this far?" Hameed and I are installing the word KUNSTASYL in the salon. "By foot," he replies. His smile is very broad. I try to imagine the route, from Afghanistan to Berlin, from Kunduz to Spandau. "Turkey, Bulgaria, Serbia, Austria", he enumerates. "I can't talk about it - it makes me cry."

Hameed