Robino is a kind of... Tomato!

"premium" even, says packaging.
Skipped along with loads of fancy shit (organic oat cookies!) last night in Dresden, Germany.

Many hugs!

As mad as hell,

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homocides and sixty three violent crimes as if that is the way things are supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller and all we say is please at least leave us alone in our living rooms.


An idea in my mind for 3 years : building up a wooden raft, rafting down the Danube from source to delta.
Well this morning I woke up willing to make this idea concrete. Each year at first buds, first rays of sun, East and Balkans are calling me deep inside, and I find myself each time following the meandering river, dreaming : what if i followed it to the end?
But it just sounds senseless alone. I'm a lonesome walker, biker, dreamer, but I want to be a social sailer! Yep.