Setting sail

"There is another side of attention which is not that the world is waiting for us to attend to it but rather that we are waiting for the world. It means waiting on things. It means being prepared to push the boat out into a world where everything is not ready, where anything might happen."

- Tim Ingold

more about my fleet HERE


Walk with me!

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Yes we camp!

somebody called me a cowboy nomad

Day 55 (3). Almost home, always home.

et voila
paris. last 5 km through the heart of it to join my comrades
a lot of trash on the road today to fold into boats
strange treasures
an ultrasound photo, a small house, a cheque for €400
people are taking photos of me
i got so used to my second skin that i forgot what i look like

Day 55 (2). The things that kept me safe.

I am about to start my last walking day, another 20+ kilometers to Paris. For 55 days I was accompanied by things that kept me safe and sound: souvenirs for the road, tokens, given to me by friends. They worked well.
Thank you all, also the people who sent me poems, texts, music, money, warm wishes, thought of me while wallking and all the kind people on the road who received me with open arms.

Day 55 (1). The walk is never over.

It is 5 ´o clock, I open my window to get some fresh air. The parking lot is dark, the lights of the playing hall have gone. Clouds, but some stars are visible. The Great Hunter is out of sight.
I laugh out loud. Not so loud the sound will reach the stars but loud enough for the first birds to hear it.
There is nobody out there, only the giant woman on the billboard in her black and white summer dress, advocating "unexpected shopping", whatever that is.
A thought crosses my mind. The thought that I should be sad that my walking is almost over. But I don´t feel sad. I feel like laughing. The walk is never over.
A first early car drives by. Then two more. I close my window and sit on my bed. I am still fully dressed, I fell asleep in my suit on top of the covers. In my Soft Armour.
It kept me save all the way and it will keep me save during the fight in Paris. A peaceful fight for a cleaner world with more attention for people, nature. A world where we take more time for things. 
I don´t think we will win in the long run but it doesn´t matter. As long as we can, we have to fight.