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I am alone in a Japanese restaurant.

I wait for 3 friends.

They are late. Already.

I wonder if they had a personal tsunami on their way here.

Ok, that’s not funny.

This is all very abstract.

Soft restauranty music merges with a very loud one from a discotheque nearby.

The place is empty but for me, even the waiters and chefs seem to be leaving.

Am I to be left alone here listening to distorted noise?

Will I wait forever?

For Godot?

I never liked waiting alone. It makes me feel inadequate.

What?

Yes, that doesn’t make sense.

But doesn’t it happen to all?

Inadequate. All by yourself, counting imaginary sheep in wine glasses.

Wondering what the waiters think of you: ‘yeah, sure… friends coming, aha… bet you don’t have any!’ or: ‘I don’t think those friends of yours are coming today…’

Inadequate.

But what’s the worst that could happen?

I could lose sense of self in the menu.

Order ‘one of each’ and binge on wasabi…

Grrrr...

Went to work this morning and look what I found...

Not a paleontologist, but I did enjoy the little treasure... more of what the dinosaur's been up to tomorrow...

S.

We eat, we drink, we steal things...

Ta-da!

S.

A FILM REVIEW. REALLY.

Dear Lars,

I wanted to end that dreadful experience, but I couldn't find an object sharp enough (for that purpose).

I accuse you of overindulging with the movement. Why? I wonder...

I wanted to puke.

Really.

For two hours and 15 minutes. Puke. Dreadful.

I wanted to kill her.

Really.

And puke on that wedding dress,

and on the (fucking) blue planet.

Sick.

Sick to the bone.

An amazing (music) score (I thought),

to a 'visually stunning' (as they say) sequence of shaky images.

Very shaky. Really. Too shaky. Really.

Since I couldn't puke on the dress, may I please puke on the review...

That aside, I must say that it had the effect you wanted it to have (I guess).

I recognized a common laughter at the end...

Laughter at something we didn't want to understand, but know well...

Big fucking planet. Blue, too.

I had a dream not long ago, I dreamt I was looking for land.

Dry land lo live in.

Me and a couple hundred.

Desperate, running away from the rising water.

Something like 'The Day After Tomorrow', less special effects and crazy wolves and in a familiar setting.

And now this- big fucking planet. And blue. Too.

I feel like a prophet, that if I take the dream as a sign.

I may also fail my climate education course, was so depresing...

I had to pause. That's the cause of the bad dreams, the tipping point and a bad movie.

Not a bad movie.

Not.

A little shaky, yes- 

literally. Really.

Not bad.

Crawling. A crawling movie, like a sick snail... long and dreadful.

But why did we laugh?

Why?

Laughter?

I thought... it's me.... it wasn't- we did all laugh. why?

It was all we could do. It was all we could manage. All we could handle.

Laughter.

Through fear, through recognition, confusion...

Absurd, but real. Human? God knows what a human being does in circumstances like that - a magic cave with wooden sticks? Nah, think not...

I wanted to puke.

Really.

But I am not sure if it was the film or those fish cakes I had for lunch...

Really.

A review? Not really...

Alive

'Too few of us wake up

each day and reflect on

how amazing it is that we

are not only alive,

but aware of being alive.'

Andy Coghlan

...

Strassenmusikanten

These two men taught me so much about life, love and about living my dreams. Much of who I am today was built back then - on the road, with Tonio, my backback full of dreams and our fearless adventure.

Years go by, and sometimes I still wish myself having a stroll in Sweden before a soundcheck, or feeding pigeons in a park in Paris. Today I went on an unplanned bus trip through London - night - and looking at the city I thought myself lucky- like I felt then, and still do now. Soooo lucky, and the black cats keep accumulating and what can I say, life is amazing and we better live it now, right now!

...It's a remarkable place... and I love my family (the one that chose me, and my chosen one)



In joy and love,

S.

p.s. I love music with a heart...