In quantum physics, the Heisenberg principle describes the impossibility to measure both the speed and the place of any particle precisely.

The more precise you are on its speed, the less precise you can say where the particle actually is. And vice versa.

I discovered today that this also applies to me. My own private Heisenberg principle, so to speak.

The faster I travel, the more difficult it becomes to say where I actually am.

A friend from Germany send me a message on Whatsapp today, asking where I was.

I had to think. Then I answered:

I woke up in Mexico City. I am strolling through the Chicago Art Institute right now. I’ll board a plane to Hong Kong in about 12 hours.

It’s one of these travel days where time and distances become relative, and the globe shrinks even further than it already has in my mind.

While it’s just a technical necessity to somehow get from A = Mexico City to B = Hong Kong, looking at it reminds me briefly how hilarious, ridiculous, fantabulous this trip is.

I normally cut it into tiny pieces, that are easily digestible and manageable.

And then I have these moments when I look at it and simply can’t believe what I am doing.