Istambul

There's a dog barking outside and a man who has been screaming (Adiel!!!) all day. I am beginning to think that he is selling either fruits, the round baggle like sesame topped bread or maybe even he is pulling a cart filled with cleaning supplies. This country is supposed to be a great market for financial gain. It sure seams that way. Ha. Man he is driving me insane with his ADIEL... Ok, could it be that it is praying time and all will start to scream really loud. I have not gone outside today. Although it seems to be a breezy sunny day I have opted to spend my time organizing my computer and internet inbox in order to prevent more vast and widespread emailing of events not yet secure such as the masss email I sent a couple of months ago pertaining to a wedding that never took place. Thank G-D. So you will all be in my work related category. Some of you I have placed you in this wild bunch because you are either wild or outrageous or or I have met you during my travels such as my airplane friends..

It is true, I am now in turkey putting my self through the pain of working and not feeling satisfied. My ego will not be numbed into silence here. Although it is starving for delights and greatness I am waiting for it to plan a revolt and organize with my will a revival to take over of my entire being. Since this ship will not sink, I am sure to be in for a surprize.

My next couple of chess moves are geographical. This way I feel I advance with time. If not vertically I will surely cover enough soil to be named not only an adventurer but and discoverer. := So I will go back to Canada and spend time with my sister and her new baby.

canada direct via 4 countries

I am now back in toronto visiting my sister Priscilla. I arrived at 2 in the morning. It took me 27 hours to get back. I changed 4 airlines and had to recheck my baggage in all of them.... of course.

But I met some cool people and it was a interesting transit experience. The day before I was visiting my high school teacher who is a geologist/ linguistic/ mythologist in the south of turkey. I went on my own personal archeological dig in tunnels under an old church with a young boy who's father is an archeolgist. He showed me the entrance of catacombs with many long and low tunnels. I loved every crawling moment with only a small blue ligth a got from a party I went to. I found some broken pottery but thought it was better not to bring those to Canada. I could get cought taking ancient finds out of the country. then I went on a extreme hike through thorny bushes all the way down to rocks by the sea. It took us at least 30 minutes to reach the water. I like those extreme conditions.

So I am back here and I will stay with my sister (she is expecting) until Thursday when I will go down to Alma (were I was born) on Friday with my parents. we will do a road trip in their van.

Now that I do not have that appartment in L.a, I feel completely without home. I must learn to travel light and not bring too much with me. I am like linus who always has a cloud of dust around him. I carry a tonne of luggage just because I do not have a home and it feels more secure. Sometimes i am tired of this and then in other moments I am inspired and feel free. You should have seen me picking up my luggage and checking them again 4 times on my trip back. ooffa!!



I find it hard to get used to the Canadian summer. They think it is hot but I find it's cold compared to Athens. I freeze at night. Must be the cold and intense draft that is vacuumed inside my sister's house from the windows. It is very drafty.

Just still-relatively a few hours ago, I was walking down the rhunes of Epheses incarnating the archeological student, I first wanted to be. My right hand holding the leopard print umbrella and with the other hand, I try not to drop: a one liter water bottle, a book on the Efes ruines, my camera, plus a very small black purse. I should have had a bigger back to put everything inside.

In Effes I was not the only one following the shade of her umbrella. Many many japonese walked in the shade as well. My high school teacher Guy was explaining to me his work and in doing so he gave me the example of the japonese godess who did not want to leave the inside of her dwelling for fear the sun would take years from her life.

and still there is a lot ahead of me until the end of this year. I've guessed that far. At this point I could be about ready for another round... It seams I am not done yet. ;) Let me know were you will be. I still have possibilities to return to Europe in the fall for work and the works.

When august will be almost over, Dd. Nanes Cw. and I will meet with the band VR on their European tour and then take off on little adventures. In mid September I will develop my London base. At the London airport yesterday,day,day.... I realized that i am infatuated with the English gest and air. it is possible that during that month I will trip out to the south and research my English origins. I want that for a while when I encounter people, Once they ask me if I am a swimmer, they will assume that I am English and not French.

My next little project involves a more mad scientist approach to EURRREKA!

something more like school but not really. text books and precision shooting....

Measuring

A beautiful explosion hits the air vigorously navigating the inner wound, uploading the actual plenty that surpasses only the wicked. May I be under the limit when my monkey unwinds. Fortunately all measures will be justified when in time mercy will lead me.

My little story bored queen plays under an up yanked umbrella. She had a time to ponder and wonder but now the wind has flushed even her unabridged reclusion nestled one mile down her beach estate. For her, these times linger longer when her up stretched arm holds the umbrella stick in place out of the wind. It’s an avoidable situation only a true free spirit can surpass and go yonder. Of course the sand-blown wind meddles with her kettles and ultimately with her willing mind and she, with both hands, grabs the inverted spokes and rises to confront the mighty wind head on. The waves, the wind and the dropped notes in her head mesh in tune to rattle the beats her body abides by and bye bye. She glides and twirls slowly, dips into small crouched positions and bounces along the side of the concave rock. She hums, pati ti pa pata ta .. You winds are old. And old stone-ry that my bliss yes blissful enchanted self ……. She cuts the wind with her once protection, now weapon, in hand and ooof, hall. Raindrops hop from heaven; the waves perk up excited and trash the beach end. The wind attacks back and picks up, in a twirl, a piece of paper. It lifts within and free falls gently back barely touching the sand and is aspirated high one last time meeting water droplets. The no longer bored queen of my creed is projecting hilarity as she uncontrollably spins. The sun carries her prolonged shadow far across the side of the beach. She now chants: I need to redeem myself, come to me wind and I will follow. The soaked paper flaps and clasps unto her upturned face and spinning body, broken umbrella in hand. "Oh my wind on your body flows, it meanders, touching when laughter finds and binds you." She peels off the sudden tapestry molding her face and stops; dropping the umbrella, paper in hand. Ultimately knowing within the desire of one’s self to surpass the navigating sensation that enables the willing into the consummate flush of the Divine unfledged. I am unsure of what enables me to trance vest the obvious and splurge unaware. The paper in my hands I holds still as I am. Up the hand my eyes match what beholds. Clean clear cluttered cleanse come to my cumbersome countenance to clout the clemencies of clandestine chums. 1-410-538-7200, 404 via santorio. Call for the unexpected, received. 410 dials into blazes of serene meager some surroundings. Entails the superfluous behavior of one’s unbending digital input? No, it’s the unsurpassed mediated, unwilling geomancy that without pertinent knowledge glimpses pieces of truth. My truth is filled with idiosyncrasies that pile high. You think it’s easy to manifest strife and love at the same time? I am unsure of the sweet sensation that when abided governs me to ruin. Ruin? Ok, look at the paper dummy lass incorporated.