Random mazes, collective dinner preparation, never ending cooking sessions, one big fest, no ending, no start, always going on. How many words do you think we exchanged? New connections and mutual ideas. Group photos, people arriving from Korea, Brussels, Portugal, Barcelona, Twin Oaks, Tartu, Madrid, Amsterdam East, South and North, further west and from around the corner, as well as friends always arriving at the right time. You know what would be really funny? If the internet would just stop.
"I am just resting", our friend who teaches Taikwando in Korea says, just before snoring in the Zula. It is all a learning process. When I was 11 years old, I was hitchhiking in Taiwan with my father. We had a collective dream that when we wake up, all the dishes were done. Everything you need was there (but where is Pax when you need him?). Actually we don't need a house, a tipi is way easier to set up.
The bathroom doorknob just fell off.
