arriving to arrive Yeah - for those who have feverishly with us: We did it! 4027 km, A mountain between here and Alzey omitted with a wry Wohnwagenrad and up to the metal worn front tires, we are on Tuesday, is running the irgenwasten June (13 days!) in and to our goal or rolled better!
The last 100 km were a real "breath work", because on some country road - oh, sorry, of course, a potugiesischen highway! - Made us aware of our passengers a concerned just now quite enormous crooked Wohnwagenrad! Probably the result of our previous-night odyssey up in a mountain village in search of a campsite: Eventually we put it firmly on the middle of the square, between the streets, as narrow as a towel wide, meter-high curbs and orphaned cars, the straight there were, where we wanted to shoot! What an event! Mittnächtens half the village was up to us to maneuver in the eye of the needle back out. What was at some point - but probably for the price of our left outer wheel. What I learned this: Sometimes it's just good to know NOT what is going on. If we had noticed the same, because what was wrong or us going - we probably would not further down. But so ... 100 km before the finish line, after 3027 kilometers already ... we just drove on. The worn front tires we discovered, fortunately only when we arrived, and only because someone pointed out to us. Conclusion: Happiness is the fools!
But as I said, a piece of work of breathing and just wars. Well, it's also once again important to breathe correctly. I felt exactly as in the birth of Alina: Back is not what lies before you a miracle, the whole situation is highly dramatic - so you breathe!
Arriving I was then told that our Elsa actually but people power was moved: up to 10 balanced rested flatmates our caravan on the spot, once again a (! This time small) mountain, tender to tree seedlings around and - once graceful order rotated on its axis - to the point where now for then time for the next time my / our is at home.
Well, here we are for now ... Slowly I come to speak at a snail's pace. Getting used to it, the half-life under the open sky, without electricity and running water, composting and outdoor shower. Without permanent urban soundscape, but full of nocturnal animals voices and the continuous hum of about 1 / 2 billion insects, where such a delicious meal as our one probably is rare among the sensor - if one does sometimes on the number of insect bites on the appeal. Without great retreat, especially in front of a continuously burning down sun (shade roofs, the architectural challenge the hour!), but wind and weather in the conversation with will and volition. And of course - people, women, men, children, Hauf. And all the themes that come together just as when people come together ... Space, proximity, distance, past and longing, waste, and the daily flushing. No topic is out ...
Have I really like that? My whole inner aversion scaffolding creaks and cracks in the face of the old 200-year sock that lead to meadows an open-air life, dishes pile, against which the Himmalaja warm dress needs lying around everywhere clutter, construction toys, which adjust the horizon and, and, and ... all the issues that of course, be triggered by all the known as the bee by the honey.
No, honestly speaking I did not choose it reflects. But just in man's paradise is located next to the garbage dump because nobody comes around that. Sure, the question is justified whether we must always first through the one to come in the other - but at the moment will probably no way around it. After all, the current theme of "recycling" - and sustainability, renewable .... It's probably just so happened that we, before reuse plastic and Co. for the first time must find a way to recycle our own, very human resources ...
If this succeeds, then come to these moments of happiness: If 20 people sit nahzu of all ages and genders together, laughing and enjoying under provisional sunscreen experimental food. When tears flow increased only where otherwise dismissed. Shore Excursions. Music, deep into the night. And a caravan, which is in 20 minutes on the spot.
So it has begun, my community experiment. And clear: In 14 days I've been three times extracted (internal). But I was also surprised even four times. And one day it will again cool, too. Hopefully.
