October 5. Last week of preparations.
The ultimate goal could not possibly be something else than our own happiness, because it is through our sensory systems, our nervous systems, our backbones, and our brains that we experience it. If we are denying this and proclaim out loud how we could, oh, live off the mere view of a smiling child at …
October 4th. Notes taken at the Indian embassy.
Germany has united nineteen years ago. Festivities on the overcrowded streets: giants that symbolize that unity. There are some special moments today. Not that I’ve experienced them, I was working because I must make my project famous. Dozens of internet sites, registrations, half-hearted help, walls of disinterest, bored well-fed Western citizens. It fills a chamber …
September 28. Preparation underway.
It seems the final weeks of preparation have commenced. Charity Travel will begin mid October, I’ll most likely fly into Georgia and start talking to people there about the conflicts they live through. Perhaps I’ll find an orphanage or another genuine good work to support. But might keep my wallet closed until Africa. I am …
September 21. A real friend.
Tonight I’ll be my own good friend. No other options. But I’m looking forward to it. This way, I can be the friend I want to be. Talking about interesting topics, asking deep philosophical questions without portraying his own theory, looking me into the mirror into the eyes, going to a movie we really agree …
September 8. Smaller and smaller people.
How big. To me, people appear too small for the enormous decisions they might have to make. They might have to decide about the gender of their child, yes about its right to be born at all. We will see small persons pondering those impossible questions and at one point seeking assistance. The machine …
September 4. Murky waters.
This is the land of the Great Alexander (356BC-323BC) and we feel like visiting some tombs. Not his of course, since his remains were lost after his death somewhere in India, but the tomb of his father Philip of Macedonia and it is a very impressive structure. A round hill contains several tombs of the …
September 3. Thessalonikiiiiii.
Waking up on the Acropolis, walking around through downtown Athens, fetching a liter of milk, drinking on a bench surrounded by pigeons foraging. A bus takes me to where the highway is supposed to begin and from the moment I take that bus a real chain of friendliness is hunting me. The woman in the …
September 1. My Olive tree nights.
And thus september begins on a Greek island. No stories are created here, it is only to forget and to leave behind why I am here. Successfully. A new fresh injection of lonelyness from an almost clean syringe nothing to worry about and absorbed swiftly by my warm blood. Does not our goals appear so …
August 30. Standing on a hilltop stretching out your arms like a cross.
Acclimatized. It turns out I’ll work here. And the dark blue water is inspiring. I eat in the restaurant alone, with happiness between my ears. The food is tasty and even the cheap wine. I have a Souflaki today, and goodness does it taste good. Cortisol and epinephrine levels are going through the roof. I …
August 28. The young sailor boy.
And the blue water around the island rippled and glistened and sighed with her low gulping voice. The hot afternoon sun draws sharp shadows of the telephone lines under the balcony. A future threw a shadow back upon this moment, a future envisioned and hold dear. But the moment is now and that future far …
