The soft lips of summer await me. Fields full of colour. Orange flower blossom on the paths of the Aachen cemetery, so different than it was in winter last time I was here, everything frozen and blue.Tea...wonderful japanese tea upon my final evening here. Half a bottle of wine left, from Chilé, a land I often dream about. Pizza with fresh vegetables. 5 cartons of strawberries. Soft spanish music. My energy seems to be climbing back up. I will no longer fall head first off my bicycle in exhaustion, no matter how much I slept. Anais Nin's journals which I am slowly, tenderly devouring. Tomorrow's weather predicted to be full of sun on the way to vienna, 950km of thumbs away.Reasons to keep singing at the gallows.
Casa Robino
Shared Hospitality Excavations
