30 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 48. Music.

.... and at the end of the day, when it had turned dark outside, when I got tired of standing on my soapbox here and watching the news, when I was inside a warm room but missed sleeping under the open sky, I opened my window. The stars were there again...

30 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 48. Dirty suits.

I watch them in their expensive suits. Lining up. Smiling. All of them arrived in expensive cars, flew in by plane, stay in hotels and eat diners that cost loads of money. They talk and talk. A lot of words. Very little action.I am too tired to take of...

30 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 48. (The) Art of/or Baking

In my no-planning planning thing always go differently than I thought. I am sitting at a windy bench under a cloudy sky - but still my fabulous solar panel powers the iPad mini I am writing this on - next to a church in a small village. I always look f...

21 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 39. The fleet

On my way I collect discarded trash, pieces of paper and I fold them into small boats, every single one dedicated to somebody helping me on my journey in any way. My fleet accompanies me all the way to Paris and is starting to relate to more and more d...

20 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 38. Back in the other world.

Friday, 20 November 2015I underestimated this. I forgot. What it does to you when you spend the whole day on the highway under a grey sky surrounded by mainly flat land, factories, electricity poles, smoking chimneys. When your neighbours play their mu...

15 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 32. Words and the world.

I hadn't planned to wake up in a shed again but I did. Happily and by choice.The Saturday early morning plan had been to walk from the mountain valley where I had spent the night to Sigean and catch a bus to Narbonne but when I walked into Sigean in th...

11 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 26 – 27. A place to return to.

The fog is slowly lifting. La belle Auriole is waking up, young people arrive to help with the farmwork. An old ecological farm, all alone in the mountains, 6 kilometers from the nearest tiny town, Opoul, where the people are kind and I spent two eveni...

07 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 25. An old story, a new story.

Saturday, 7 November 2015, Argeles-sur-merI woke up in a damp field, packed my things together and walked. Then I a saw the bird, a hoopoe. It flew up from the ground and landed on a branch. Another one was flying around, just like last week when I had...

05 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 23. Step by step, line by line …

Cantares… (Songs….Machado’s Testament)Antonio MachadoAll goes, and all remains,but our task is to go,to go creating roadsroads through the sea.My songs never chasedafter glory to remainin human memory.I love the subtle worldsweightless and charming,wor...