Germany, the 8th of October 2016
on the night before I flew a little group of people decided to have one last beer with me at my sisters place. We sat in the kitchen and I got a little book with photos of friends.
Silence. Open a beer. Lighten up the cigarette. Hide the emotion – thank you!
At the time I was writing “the hamster in its wheel” I was still fully into finding myself and finding my calmness again. I had no clue of what to do and where to go.
I was talking a lot to other people in the last couple of months and many agree with me that we live in some kind of modern slavery and so I decided to try and put my thoughts into words.