Re-Imigration; 2017, the turning of the page
The Big move (which one?)
25.12.16 In pain
01.01-01.06.2017 Preparing for departure
21.07.17 Reimmigration - Move 1
Another "Time 0" chapter, one of the big pages of the book of life is about to turn. Grateful to the people whose houses I 've stayed during the passed 2 months (Polly, Lesley, Vanessa, Ida, mum, Pelion 1, Pelion 2, Skopelos 1, Skopelos 2, Ann, Pam, Turners).
19.10.17 Move 1 Oxfordshire (6 months)
Arrived at the lovely house, but not a home... No distractions, just an obsessive question: Why am I here?
27.10.17 I am paused in place and time.
10.12.17 Life moves fast. And I am still here, waiting...
08.05.2018 Re-Immigration. Move 2
England to Greece driving through Europe.
2018/19/20 (Re-Re-Re Immigration)
April 18 from Oxfordshire to Pagrati, Athens.
March 19 from Pagrati, Athens to Lagonisi, Attiki.
August 19 from Lagonisi, Attiki to Oxfordshire, UK (3 houses). December 19 from Oxfordshire to Yorkshire. Waiting for 2020 to move back to Greece in a new location..
29.03.19 In Survival Mode
Man eats man. ”in survival mode”: food and health, first to protect closest individuals, then our own race. Then country and a few more steps till we care for Cosmos! Philosophy, politics, art are all privileges of those with full stomachs, survival is primary - anything else is a privilege.
A NOTE TO MY SOUL
Since 2017 I have been feeling almost completely out of control having reacted to a conventional pretty safe life. Sitting on a cloud I felt I was swimming and the winds were moving me here and there and everywhere. But I was very well tied up, sometimes terrified and sometimes excited by the idea of the unknown lonely ride...
One thing I have realised is that loneliness is rooted in my heart; connected or not - to my family; no matter what, I always feel it.
NOTES FROM THE LONG JOURNEY
Digging in the deep past. And 2 years ago the old childhood memory materialised in front of me at my mum’s new home. Weird! The old plastic chicken, there! looking at me. A dirty green colour with a rusty orange, the squeaking sound all died out. But then I remembered. The children’s room me and my brother playing in silence, with the chick, the dolls, the cars and Lego’s, the piles of pillows on our beds that stand opposite to each other, pretending to be boats. And we were the sailors of the night, when everyone else was in deep sleep. “Hey brother, do you remember?”
Same I forgot to take a picture of that toy, I hope I'll cross into it again.
Tired Exhausted Worn out Fatigued Lack of energy Drained Grey
When sh.... hits the fun.... Global response.
Another move for little Vicky. From Yorkshire to Oxfordshire Enslow. From Enslow to Wallingford. Non-stop.
Memories of beds 2017-2019
London Isleworth Hart
Swindon Bill Cox
London Chrystal palace Tolis
Italy 1, 2
Alexandroupolis hotels x2
France St Omer
London Isleworth Hart
Hebden “dirty” Old Town