Keep Yer Coins

Arrived at Sofia. It’s Sunday morning now. I’ve lost two hours with the time change and happen to have slept only four.

But not all was lost. I took the bus from the airport and was told to get off at the very last stop, where the bus “finish”. The only problem that came was that the bus did in fact have a last stop but never finished, so I found myself thinking the city was repeating itself when in fact I was on my way back to the airport. After that was solved I could not find one person that could tell me where Makedonia Boulevard was. I finally met a couple that could not tell me themselves, but who had a son that spoke spanish and could. They lived just across the street so they invited me in to get some assistance from Philip, their son. I was there for an hour or so. They were a family of artists and film makers. The had recently made 2 movies. The mother wrote the script, the father was cameraman and the son director. They also had some beautiful paintings. It was positively shocking to meet such welcoming and warm family of artists. After some small talks talks they gave me directions and pointed out in a map the many wonderful buildings, churches, museums and art galleries.

My girlfriend Thea came with me to kiss me goodbye at liverpool St. I always miss her when im off travelling.
On my way to Gatwick airport. The trip starts with Bob Dylan’s biograph album. The sight on the way: nothing but endless tubes of the London underground. Later, a coach train over the river Thames reminds me of the wonderfull city I’m living in. I tend to feel blinded and caged in London.

Inocence is lost. I was blinded.
All of that is behind. Now I see the world as it is. I am blind, for what I see comes from inside, not from outside. We see from the inside out. It is a process of discrimination. Like a photograph, it is not real.

Yet we see a hole in a wall and go through it because we naturally know that it will take us to the next room.

And thats how we go about.