Casa Robino

Slogans are important sometimes. They give a face, something recognizable and catchy to create a nice connecting element. So when we were in Paris for the European Hitchhiking Day/ Week/ Whatever at "8/8/8/ Paris wants you for a nomadic date", thinking about the next slogan for 7/8/9., all we came up with was, "789 the road is mine". Obviously that slogan will never hold. Now, 3 months later we finally sat down for a full-on brainstorm. Here are the results:

War Protest - Shoes in Dam Square

It was a whimsical long shot, so i proposed that Dennis and Sierra (dear friends on my eclectic pal Ahnika) who are coming to host at Casa that they write about their willingness to build windmills and roof top gardens. If fact they are not only willing, but experienced in this things which have topped the Casa wish list for a month.

This week at the casa we could have used some help from Madonna del Ghisallo - the Patron Saint of cycling. This time last week there were around 8 working bikes, this time yesterday we had two working bikes, two other half-usable ones and all the rest were unrideable in one way or another or lost in town.

Bankers arose from their ashes to claim back the stocks they recently 'lost', going after money, hunting down shopping streets, looking for jewlery, cash-machines, and people with money or food. It was a hilarious scenerary two weeks ago in Amsterdam... Apokaputalism - Your turn to jump!

Some people got completely scared, others were just smiling, security-guards were closing the shop-doors, others were dump-founded while the police was also not-understanding at all what these zombies were all about (a protest, a parade?)...

Someone took my pen, my special pen, my dear pen. Noone here takes me serious, they think I'm joking.
I CAN NOT write without a pen and humanity wants me to write NOW. I'm going crazy here. Please, everyone, pray for my pen, I can not buy another one in Amsterdam.

GIVE ME BACK MY PEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You think it's a stupid story but I'm gonna stop writing if I don't get this pen soon. It's a big thing even thou you think I'm crazy.

GIVE ME BACK MmmmmYyyyyy PEN UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9.37pm

Urska from Slovenia just retrned from the center an hour ago, totaly broken and lost. After five minutes she managed to tell us that she had an accident with Locomotif and the front wheel is not livable anymore so in the midlle of fear how to tell that to Robino she got disorientated and became lost in a second, locked the bike somewhere in the minutes of chaos and was wondering to casa for around two hours, she still doesn't know what time it is. Poor girl.

One of the favorite spots for the hosts in our house is the market in Ten Katestraat. It is a daily market relatively close by to the house, and there are nice big blue containers with lots of left-overs. These are great for digging. Since we come there often, we also have a lot of knowledge on this market. A special page on trashwiki has recently been added to share this knowledge.

I shall soon be returning to the Netherlands, and will be returning to Casa Inshallah. My first priority is to visit a friend in Den Haag, but due to some uncertainty, I plan head on over to Amsterdam before trying to get down there (and sleep on the streets). Hopefully someone will be home during the afternoon on the 15th? If not, kick the guy whom will be sleeping by the door so he wakes up and gets out of the rain!

See y'all soon.

Kardan and i hitched out of the Casa starting late Wednsaday. We zigzaged our way across the Netherlands, never waiting long, but having some less than perfect places to hitch from. My old illusions about hitching at night we quickly displaced. Kardan is fearless in his quiet way. Asking everyone at the gas stations for a lift. When we finally made it to the German boarder, the sun was already setting and we were far from Braunswieg (sp?). Kardan asked several drivers and the good news was we found on willing to take us and going all the way to our destination.