picture this

at the winter pasture across the valley an old german hippie lives.
his name is Till.
he has no teeth and brown dread locks.
when i met him he was wearing only very dirty white pants that ended at mid calf. around his waist he wore a leather belt and a leather satchel was tied to the belt to keep his tobaccoo and rolling papers.
he was barefoot.
inside the stable he has a huge tipi that he lives in.
he used to live in the most famous commune in italy.

currently in caldirola. Piemonte, italy. surrounded by tall green mountains. i wake up and let the sheep out, feed chickens and bunnies, drink some coffee and eat an apple.
the past two days i shoveled urine and shit soaked straw in the sheeps pen and put new straw down. hard work. after that i drove to the horses winter pasture across the valley and lifted hay bails.

during the day i sit on a grassy hillside with other wwoofers and play guitar or just sit. we explore the woods. we found the villages designated bone dumping area. tons of wild bore bones and teeth. like a spooky graveyard.

DH Lawrence and Saul Bellow:
recent and current book reading

i want to read them

balcony views

the kitchen

p.s. im taking these pics with the dude´s lap top so they are crap.

me!

this is the apartment ive been staying in the past 4 days.
its got one really cool old brick wall.

im moving to my third place within barcelona.
im staying in a hostel and i am looking forward to it.
i really did not intend to stay this long in spain but finding a farm
to work on in italy before may 7th was impossible.
so here I STILL am.
hopefully ill meet a person or two in the hostel that
doesnt creep me out. so far the strangers i have met have been old men.
old creepy pakistani men.
today i finally have some real alone time in this apartment and im gong
to take advantage of it. i just ate a banana and yummy cup of coffee.

I finished the book i was reading. Lady Chatterly´s Lover.
i enjoyed it. it contains ideas about romance and human behavior that
have been floating around in my head but just wasn´t able to articulate.

here is a quote

´perhaps you are just a slave to your own idea of yourself´

and

´poor mountains! poor landscape! it all had to be squeezed
and squeezed and squeezed again, to provide a thrill, to provide
enjoyment. what did people mean, with their simply determined enjoying of themselves¨

and

´this tourist performance of enjoying ones self is too hopelessly humiliating. its such a failure. ´

on thursday i go to italy!