Chapter 4
29/04/2025
17:06
Nyhan Copenhagen Denmark
Such a charming country. From the moment I arrived I fell in love. It was a very similar feeling I had when I landed in Oz-land.
Shame that feeling is void now though I will always be grateful to Australia as deep down, it still feels like home.
The shimmering coast lines and the wild outback, the red soil and the golden sands, the charming hopping swift and deadly floating beasts will all have extraordinary remarks in my heart forever.
What made me bitter was the government. So rubbish little creatures, worse than any deadly and poisonous pests who couldn’t think of anything but being a servant to their master.
Such a shame. Australia could have been a paradise for whoever wanted to experience heaven in this life, but the governments with the aid of the media with their stupid games, are changing the culture and the shape of the society. I wish there was a stronger culture which could protect people , the good people of Australia, from the impact of the media and the government.
I despise the Aussie government more than the Iranian government, why? Because the Iranian government is planted in Iran by the west. They are designed to assure the benefits of the west under the name of extremism. They act as who they are. Though the Australian government all are born and bred there, only their lack of vision has turned them into such rubbish people. They simply could have thought of the benefits of Australians and plan big rather than playing as a white gloved butler for the king.
Anyway…
Copenhagen is colourful, sparkling and orderly. Nothing similar to Italy.
I am more interested in the way of life today and not passionate about the past. Today is a truthful mirror of the past. If the way of living and the culture of people today is brutal, how can I deduce they were such delightful people in the past?
You may say cultures are dynamic and keep changing. True. But again, what makes me happy is the impact of interactions with life today and not some images of the past.
Italy was a chaos, behind each smile, there were some extra costs, I don’t like it!
In the north of Europe, people don’t smile as much, but everything is transparent.
Some people may like the cultural games of the south, but for me it is tiring.
In Copenhagen everything is expensive. Obviously this is the initial requirement one has to be part of their society, being RICH!
This is what is creating confusion for me at the moment. They encourage simplicity and keep talking about it while you see a small flatwhite costs you $13 AUD or a very SIMPLE accommodation is extremely expensive. Why? People here seem to be quite well off and the country is wealthy, why is everything so expensive? Obviously simplicity here is a new BRAND! A scandi brand!
I am curious.
There is a battle between stay and runaway.
I have a bed till Thursday in a house. This house is about 13 km away from the central station. It’s so close to a lake and a forest and it is surrounded with tulips, daisies and many wild flowers. So many trees are blossoming in pink and white and I can’t describe enough the natural beauty around here. After Thursday I have to figure out an accommodation for a longer stay. I can’t think of dragging my heavy suitcase with me from one accommodation to another every few days.
Furthermore I am still looking for the sun to rise in my heart again. Will it happen again?
I want to laugh without thinking. I want to soar in the wind. But the tip of the feathers of my wings have been chipped.
I would like to be filled with joy. I should be the happiest, I am free and see all these new places. But I feel nothing. I am so numb.
I thought I discovered the spring of love inside me. I thought it would never stop. I thought I’d be love myself.
But it’s been a while now that I feel nothing.
I am sure this will pass as life is going on and it has never stopped even for a moment. It’s me who’s changed. I need to find myself where I have lost it. Or maybe this new self is someone I have to discover?
So here is the plan: as I have written before, “stop seeking and start seeing.”
It’s 6 pm and the sun is still shining as strong as two hours ago and he doesn’t feel departing soon yet.
I am off for a little stroll and heading back home soon.
Chat soon.
02/05/2025
@ Norweigan flight towards Edinburgh
18:52
How amazing life is!
Yesterday, I was thinking of spending a month in the forest in norwest of Copenhagen and now I am on my way to the Highlands.
I found an annex in the middle of the bush two nights ago and I thought it would be amazing to be there. Though I also had some hesitations. For instance the place was so isolated, away from towns or shops and I was completely dependent on the host who seemed a very kind friendly and helpful Danish lady. Also the place didn’t have a kitchen, and the bathroom and the shower were in the host’s cottage which was a separate building.
Despite these, I still thought it would be a great adventure and this month of solitude would allow me to clear my head and reconnect with my inner self.
However, I asked God for a hint.
Yesterday morning before booking the place, I contacted the host about the internet and she told me it would be safer to get a local simcard. So I walked to the shopping centre which was about 3.4 km away from the house I was staying at for the time being. The walk was very pleasant and it was along the lake and there were so many beautiful houses around. So I didn’t really feel how the 45 minutes of walking passed.
At the first telephone shop, I was told as a visitor I couldn’t get a local simcard only prepaid ones which weren’t very reliable. I contacted the host of the house in the bush and asked her if she could buy me the simcard and I paid for it. She kindly agreed when I saw another telephone shop. They were a couple of young guys and extremely cheerful and helpful. One of them who was a student of engineering suggested that he could sign me up under his name. I was speechless with his kindness.
He went through the whole process and signed me up. So while he was processing my order, I decided to finalise my booking with the house in the bush. And I also told the host that I had sorted the simcard.
When I left the shop, I realised my booking was declined. It was so weird and at the same time scary. I was so dependent on my bankcard. I Hate Dependency!
I checked my bankcard, it was working fine, what happened?
I tried to book the place again, no luck so I contacted the help centre of the website I was booking the place with. They said the problem was certainly with my bankcard. I freaked out. Unfortunately I didn’t have any alternative options. So I contacted my brother. My sister in law gave me the details of their bankcard. But then again it was declined. I purchased a beer with my card, I asked the shop owner to charge me first before serving me a beer since I didn’t want to get embarrassed in front of him in case of another decline, but my card was working fine. What was going on? Was God really at work for me?
It was very frustrating. The help centre left our conversation without response.
I didn’t know what to do. During the evening I checked all my options, unfortunately that website had a monopoly in the Danish accommodation market and I realised there was no alternative apart from sorting out the problem with them.
I contacted my friend in Sweden and asked her if she could book on my behalf and explain why I couldn’t book myself. She responded promptly and she even found me an accommodation and she asked my permission to go ahead with the booking. For some reason, unknown reasons- only the gut feelings, I got cold feet. I asked her to halt for a while maybe I could sort out the problem and book it myself.
After that, I had a chat with the host of my accommodation, she kindly said that I could stay there for an extra night, then I had to be out for two nights since she had another booking for those two nights. After that, I could stay there for a month if I wanted to.
So I wasn’t totally out of options.
The room I was staying in was a tiny room, probably 1.5×2.5 for about $100/ night.
The place had a stunning garden full of wild flowers and red and yellow tulips, but the room was so tiny and the bed was extremely uncomfortable. And I didn’t have access to the kitchen, not allowed to cook, no breakfast and no washing machine either.
So last night I got thinking. It was a long stressful and not an easy night.
In the middle of the night I got up and checked the conversation trail with the help centre, still no response. The issue was unresolved.
I asked myself if that was why I left home and decided to live in Denmark?
It is a beautiful country, very organised, stunning nature and lovely architecture but also extremely expensive specially if you are only a visitor and without their national security number which only residents obtain.
So I thought I was looking for a hint and there it was.
My sister’s friend messaged this morning and asked if everything was going okay and if I booked the place. I told her the story and I said I was looking for a flight to leave.
She insisted that I couldn’t leave without seeing them.
So, I thought since she was so kindly insisting, I better accepted her offer. So I did. I packed and decided to leave the accommodation that I saw a message. It said politely that if it was okay I got there after five pm when her husband was back from work.
I know she is really kind, but I also understand the culture, I could feel despite her enthusiasm for meeting up, her husband wasn’t very happy about a single guy turning up at their doorstep. So, before replying to her, I tried again my luck.
I checked many locations, Croatia , Poland again, Germany, Romania, and then I thought I needed to go somewhere that it feels like home and where could beat Scotland for that? And luckily I found a flight. I was about to pay, annoyingly it got declined again!
My head was about to explode.
I checked with my bank and I realised luckily there was an option for online chat within their platform, meaning it was completely secured to communicate with my bank reps without going through the hassles of the security checks etc. So I contacted them. After chatting with a stupid automated messages , and being on hold for a while, I was connected to a human being, isn’t it strange? – dealing with human beings is a luxury option these days, anyway, the guy checked my card and said my card was okay and he was explaining a withdrawal of $2600… that the chat got disconnected!
Ohhhhh my God! What’s going on? God, I got it , stop giving me hints! 🤣🤣
I started again. And luckily the same guy was on the other side. So he said the reason my card was declined was because I had a daily limit on my card and he could help me to change it! Phew..
Whatttt?
So was it a sign or was it just me being superstitious and stopped searching for a logical solution?
There was a logical explanation after all for all these.
I checked the house in the bush, it was already booked out for the next ten days.
So I would say it was a bit of both.
God and the universe, when I asked for a hint, they not only gave me hints but literally stopped me going that way, for whatever possible reason, logical or supernatural, the outcome was the same. I wasn’t staying in Denmark.
I booked my flight and also found an accommodation in Edinburgh for tonight as well as another six nights and the booking went all smoothly.
So, I messaged my sister’s friend and I thanked her for her kind offer and I said I found a good flight and I was leaving tonight.
I could feel the relief despite protesting against my decision . And I am glad I lifted up that burden off her shoulders.
Here you go!
The unplanned journey is proven to be unplanned.
I am very grateful for seeing Denmark.
I understand it is not for me. Too expensive and I suppose too pretentious. I left Sydney for a better lifestyle and in Copenhagen I certainly couldn’t achieve that unless I was aiming to pay three or four times more of what I was paying in Sydney to get at least something similar if not lower.
And apparently Copenhagen is a perfect representative of the Scandinavians, so I don’t need to see the other part of the Viking ‘s realms unless I want to see white night or the midnight lights. We’ll see.
When I was at the airport, I found a bar and also a cosy corner. While I was sipping on my beer and working, I also could see so many people around, coming and going. People in different shapes, forms and colours. With different stories, dreams and desires. Different languages in their heads and different beliefs. I was thinking we were all the time travelers. It happened to cross pass each other at this specific moment and we may not ever see each other again.
Each of us goes to fulfill our own destiny, to walk a path of our own journey. That’s why I like the airports.
I am above the clouds.
Let’s see what come next…(20:26)
04/05/2025
@ Bunnyrigg Scotland
15:50
I booked myself an accommodation in a suburb called Roswell, it’s in the south of Edinburgh. The town is nice and green. So many open green fields around.
When I arrived, the host wasn’t there, so I had to wait for a while until she arrived. The weather wasn’t as nice as Italy I noticed. Relatively a nice English elderly lady. We had a brief chat. She asked me where I was from and when I told her Australian , I saw a familiar look that I had only experienced it in England before.
I got to my room. I felt a bit uneasy with the look.
I thought next time when people asked me where I was from, I would tell them the poem I wrote the other day:
“Someone asked where am I from?
I answered:
I am a humble resident of planet earth. And if you are wondering what tribe I am from, my simple answer is, I don’t have any, in fact, I am looking for my tribe, who are all scattered in the world. You can be one of them if you are kind, gracious, generous, brave, open-minded, adventurous and in love. Are you? ”
Anyway…
Finally a large comfy bed.
The room was cluttered with several book shelves full of books, a tiny fridge, microwave, a tv, a kettle and three chairs and tables.
Also it’s facing the street and anytime a car passes, the bed shakes. I am not complaining, only describing the real situation of the room.
Since I arrived around 9.30 pm, unfortunately everywhere was closed and I couldn’t get any food. The host offered to cook me something, but I knew she was only polite.
Anyway..
When I got up in the morning my stomach was rambling as I was so hungry, so I went to the cafe which was around the corner and had a full Scottish breakfast and a large coffee. Haggis and black pudding, tasted strange but pleasant.
Anyway, I worked most of the day and in the evening I went to revisit Edinburgh.
I realised from where I was, I needed two buses to take me to the city centre and about one hour.
The bus driver was very kind. He suggested if I purchased a day ticket it would be more cost effective. So I did.
The day was quite gloomy. Not much sunshine around.
The first bus took me to a little nice country town called Bonnyrigg. Where I am now.
Then from there I caught a double deck bus to Edinburgh. I remember I used to travel with my grandpa in the double deck busses when we were going to Tehran. He likes to go to the top floor and sit right at the front. And that’s what I did.
When I arrived in Edinburgh, I realised it felt much nicer last time. This time it looked like an ugly little town full of tourists.
I walked on the main street towards the castle and on my way I found a burger place.
Extremely expensive. £30 for a burger and a beer. And the burger was burnt. I asked the waitress if the burger was burnt or that’s the way they cooked the patty in Scotland and she said by law they have to overcook the burger! 😂 Anyway she offered to give me a fresh one, but because I had already been through half of it, I thanked her and declined.
Anyway, on my way back home, the first bus stopped in front of a grocery store, so I went to the store and bought myself some fresh fruits, cheese and crackers. When I got back to the bus stop, I realised the next bus was in about half an hour. I waited at the stop and after twenty minutes , a bus with the same number turned up, I thought, lovely, the bus was early. So I hopped on. After a few stops, I realised the path wasn’t familiar at all. I checked on my GPS and I realised I was going in the opposite direction!
Damn it , why didn’t I ask the driver, I wondered?
So I asked the driver and he said: “oh boy, the next bus will be in one hour. Unless you run through the back streets and you may catch the bus just passed. ”
I got out and started running, I felt like the Forest Gump, run run.. but I felt so unfit and out of breath. Damn it. I almost made it if I believed that I could. Because I missed the bus in just about 15 seconds.
Anyway.. I knew, it wasn’t going to be an easy night.
It was quite a chilly night.
I waited for about an hour until the bus turned up.
I checked the end point of the bus I was on, and I realised it was going to a beach town called Musselburgh. I sighed and I thought rather than waiting for an hour I should have gone that way and at least I checked that town. Too late.
While I stayed at the bus stop, I checked the possibilities for finding a flatshare and I found a website which was specialised for flatshare. I looked up Musselburgh and I thought, such a nice little town.
I found a few properties and messages to the current tenants.
Anyway, when I got back home, it was around 11:30 pm and the host was already in bed. I also went to bed and stretched my body. It felt very nice to let my skin touch the cold sheets.
On Saturday morning, I went to the same cafe and had a coffee, went back home and worked.
I worked for the whole day and sadly I didn’t hear from any of the people I messaged on the sharing room website.
Yesterday evening I felt quite sad. I was questioning my decision to leave Sydney. It felt like I was pouring money and what I was achieving wasn’t worth the cost.
So I went for a walk around the suburb where I was staying.
During the walk I realised the reason for my misery was because of the two seducing sisters, I have written a poem about them. Hope and Expectations are the seducing sisters, they seem so lovely, but once they arrive at your home, they steal the pleasure and joy from you for being present, available and fulfilled with what you have at the time.
I pray and talk to God a lot and you may ask, these prayers aren’t because if hope and expectations?
The answer is No!
Hope and expectations are about uncertainties, but talking to my God is like asking a tour guide a question about the destination.
When I pray, I don’t wish God help me, I know he knows what’s best for me. I only ask for the light on the path and for the directions.
The walk was very pleasant and that really cleared my head.
I realised I was out of Sydney to explore new possibilities. Of course it would be challenging, but it helps me to learn and explore and that’s the price I have to pay and I am paying.
Anyway last night I worked till late and I managed to almost clear the work backlog.
I also learnt the labour party won the election in Australia. Although I don’t like the current government, the opposition leader was a frightening piece of work and thanks to the brave people of Dickson, he was thrown out humiliated.
I was thinking why I disliked politics so much, political matters seemed very exciting, why reading news made me so anxious?
The answer was because the politics didn’t need to be too complicated, it’s a straight forward tasks for those who wanted to serve their society and build a better community. And unfortunately none the politicians I came across with think in that way. They were all self serving egocentric bastards who does anything to stay in power. And the worst aren’t those we see in power but the figures behind the scene who wanted to influence the whole political systems with their own power.
I read about one of the candidates for the liberal party was using the US president- the guy I dislike as much as I don’t even want to bring filth to my writings using his name- ‘s motto and said: “let’s make Australia great again!”
Again? I was thinking when was the Australian glorious time and who stole it from us?
If I was a politician, I probably would have said: “Let’s make Australia “REALLY” great. ”
Australia is a great country with amazing warm-hearted people, it is indeed a lost heaven on the planet earth, as I put it in a letter to Kevin Rudd when he was an opposition leader and I warned him about creating racial segregation in the society. I could see it then, and I can see it now that the politicians do not really care about the country. They only do what they are told to do, no matter who is in power. They are not brave enough to cross the rank and say we want to develop a unique advanced nation, integrated, based on our own values which are the values of developed homo sapiens, – kindness, truthfulness, unity, generosity and equality without GREED, LIES and TYRANNY. That really makes our nation unique and great. To be honest with you these traits seem very trivial but I can’t name one country which has these values despite all their pretence and advertisements about how great they are.
Just went again on a tangent didn’t I? 😉
Anyway..
This morning, Sunday morning, I had a very strange dream.
In my dream, I had lost the capability of thinking, my strength or my conviction, and I was offering those around me, if they kept providing me with ATP ( adenosine three phosphates ) I could do tasks without thinking.
How weird! ATP is the currency of energy in our body. All cells need ATP. All good we intake convert to ATP.
I went to church, hearing the words about God and his delightful son, made me very calm. I also met a few nice people which were the icing on the cake.
A friendly couple were telling me about their family and how the burden of a disabled child frustrated them and they moved from England to Edinburgh to help out their son’s family with that disabled child.
I told them I totally understood how heartbreaking it could be to see a child was different, but, I said, I would use the term “different abilities” instead of disabled. I said God was very just and fair, but we weren’t. We think everyone had to be the same and if one looked different or contained different qualities, it would be a way of God for punishment. But I know God knows the best. He is God of a bird, a rat, a fish, a tree and all existence. Because He is the absolute existence. Sometimes those around a person with disease, suffer more, because they see the difference between what they decide as normal and what it isn’t while the truth about the abnormality is utterly beyond the comprehension of the normal cohort.
Anyway…
Another drift..
The host of the house offered to help me find an accommodation, very kind of her, let’s see what happens. However, I am thinking the weather in Scotland could be a big issue for me. Perhaps I should give Italy another chance.
I found a nice track from Rosewell to Bunnyrigg, and I found this nice pub. I am having ” Innis and Gunn” which is a local lager. And I need to sort out some food. I am quite hungry.
I need to learn how to be present. It’s so easy to say, but the seducing sisters are around and they seem quite harmless and even look very positive to have them around but I am telling you they are amazingly strong and distracting.
I know the world is not only what we see.
My dream last night was a great example that a lot is going on and only see the tip of iceberg.
Everyone dreams, you may say you don’t but I tell you, you think you don’t because you don’t remember them, everyone does! So I was wondering what sort of dream those destructive people like the presidents or prime misters, billionaires and those they think they have the world wrapped around their fingers, see?
Life has more to it than what we see. Some of us only experience the entrance and some of us allows ourselves to browse and explore more. But I can tell you, it doesn’t seem anyone we know or we heard of, had discovered the whole of this wonderland.
Fear is the biggest enemy. If we don’t go further or anytime we stop, it’s because we are scared.
I am not saying I am brave and I really don’t know how far I can go, but I am certainly curious.
Let see what happens next…
And the next, is just happening at the next door. I found this award-winning restaurant and I am going to have a skink soup and salmon and chicken skewers. Looking forward to them.
Let’s see what will be next…
06/05/25
@ the Hall, Bunnyrigg
15:12
When you pass a path once, you may not go back there again, but once you walk that path twice, no matter if it happens twice or two hundred times, you are not a stranger to that path anymore.
And that what was happened today. I walked via the walking track from Rosewell to Bunnyrigg then to Dalkeith, and now back to Bunnyrigg again having a beer.
I jogged a good distance and I realised I have to do it more often. My body craves it.
By the way, yesterday was 5×5 of 25. Do you know what it means?
The next one will be on 11 years, 6×6 of 36. And only God knows what will be on then!
Yesterday morning, when I got up, I realised the weather was freezing and gloomy, so I ragged up with all my available tick clothes and went to the local cafe, sadly it was closed, no breakfast coffee for me, so I decided to go to the cafes in Bunnyrigg, I caught a bus and instead I went to Musselburgh to see the sea. It was a bloody long bus ride, about one hour to get there and when I arrived there I realised it wasn’t a spectacular spot like those sceneries you see in the TV show such as Vera or Shetland.
I had coffee there and wandered around.
I could feel the universe was communicating with me again.
Scotland is not gonna work.
The weather is too cold.
Also thanks to my current host who has made my stay – I hope unintentionally – so difficult, she doesn’t allow me to use the kitchen, no working space and when I am at home, I am locked up in my room, bed bound, since the kitchen and the lounge room are out of bound and there is no desk in my room.
Therefore, all these, the bad weather and difficult unfriendly host, have brought a lot of unpleasantness and discomfort and gave me reasons to move.
I started thinking about several destinations.
Italy, Spain, Greece and even Romania.
Based on the internet, Greece is a great place for digital nomads. So I shot an email to my dear friends in Australia who had local knowledge about different islands in Greece and inquired about it.
But hang on, I am not a digital nomad! If I left Australia, it was because I was after a better lifestyle.
Anyway, from Musselburgh, I realised the next bus to Rosewell had gone and I had to wait for a while. So I hopped on to the next bus and went to Edinburgh instead.
On my way, I thought I always wanted to learn Tango, why shouldn’t I give it a try?
So, where was the best place to learn Tango?
Argentina of course.
I did a bit of research and I found out actually it was not a bad idea, however if I had a bit of Spanish, it could make my stay much easier.
I thought perhaps I learned Spanish while I was in Argentina, but then I realised the Spanish is spoken there is quite different from the proper Spanish.
I also checked the flights, from Edinburgh it took me about 24 hours to get to Buenos Aires, while from Madrid it’s only 13 hours.
The universe was giving me clues again.
I checked a flight to Madrid from Edinburgh for Wednesday, only £100 including my baggage, here you go, the answer was clear.
I booked a flight as well as my accommodation for a week, and done!
I’ll be going to Madrid tomorrow.
This morning , I had coffee at the local place and went back home and tried to do some work. But the server was quite slow so I decided to go out for a walk and enjoy the sunshine, and for the first time in Scotland I am in my shorts and t-shirt.
The walk was splendid and I was thinking if the weather was like this yesterday and my host wasn’t the way she was, I probably was still lingering in Scotland, searching for accommodation.
Anyway, that’s in the past now and I am moving forward…
My friend came back with lots of suggestions about Greece and at the end she said: ”
You are looking for something special, a group or a community with similar interests to you. They are rare. In times past, there were monasteries – with their own obvious drawbacks. Sometime, when we stop looking and just be still and open, things/people come to us. My hope and prayer is that you find what you need.”
I say Amen to that and that’s what I have been and am intending to do.
Thank you so much my dearest friends who have been giving me lots of moral and mental support in the time of need. Your presence in my life is a devine gift.
I would like to enjoy the freedom God has given me for the time being and present myself for upcoming tasks. I’d like to be available, with eyes , ears, heart and mind open.
And see what is coming next.
Also, back on the topic about hope and expectations, the seducing sisters:
We grow up with fairytales, romantic stories and folk songs and all these stories drift us away from the reality, they build up fantasy and expectations and we construct our path towards these desires while they are not ours are they? Someone planted their fantasy in our mind and they have become ours.
Perhaps that’s another reason for us to feel restless and miserable during our adulthood and mature-aged era. Because we realise all these fantasies had nothing to do with what we really want.
Another little thing for you to ponder. 😉☺️
7/05/2025
@ Easyjet flight, to Madrid
Edinburgh airport.
16:38
It seems I am getting to the end of chapter 4.
I did the same routine, got up, shower, then to the cafe, had a bacon and egg roll with a large late ( their late is as equivalent as flatwhite. Tastes the same ) then got to my workstation ( the bed since I didn’t have the desk).
The server was quite slow. I checked my transport options. Public transport costed me only £7 but it took two hours, taxi, 20 minutes but £41. The check out was at 11 and I really didn’t like to ask the host for the extension, so I packed and decided to leave. But there was no sign of her. The door was locked and her keys were inside the lock. So I thought she might be around. I sent her a message. No response. I wanted to catch the 10:38 bus, but I missed her.
I messaged her again and I said I had to catch the next bus at 11:08, again no response.
I waited till about 11:06 and due to lack of response from her I rushed to the bus stop and hopped on the bus.
For about a couple of hours I didn’t hear anything from her and I was really getting worried about her. so many weird stories got toy head.
Thankfully I received a message and found out she was fine.
During my trip I have noticed so many jobs don’t exist anymore because of the automations.
Event the bar at the airport,there was no paper menus, only a QR code to scan on your phone.
At the airport with several airlines, there are no more options for a human touch to check you in and your bags. You have to do it yourself.
The same as with some supermarkets where you have to scan your own items- work for the supermarkets, unpaid!
I have done my best to avoid these supermarkets so far.
Machines are replacing humans albeit the flight tickets or the shopping basket are not getting any cheaper.
I was thinking this modernisation is getting so dependant on electricity, electronic devices and the internet. I don’t see this dependency very reliable. What if we run out of electricity? What if the internet stops working? It happened about a few months ago in Australia and it created a massive chaos. But what did we learn from it? Nothing, we get ourselves more immersed into the world of digital technology.
Anyway, I am off to Madrid for a fresh start.
Everyday is a fresh start for me and I am going to see the new chapter with fresh eyes. I’d like to see what I can do differently
See you in Madrid.
This is the end of chapter 4
A very interesting read my friend. My connection with your discoveries is rather profound – exciting and at the same time disturbing..
I hear you in all your wisdom and your frustrations.
I am on a similar path albeit in the starting blocks..I have a solution for you though.. we seek a change in order to fulfil curiosity. However what we really need is connection. That is what masks the here and now disappointments.
I am certain that had you met someone in Italy that welcomed you and made you feel amazing you would still be in Italy..
So
My suggestion is
Do not crave for something
Allow it to enter you.
Wander and appreciate and the doors will open.
Travel and see.
Just be.
I hope we’re able to get together if only for a dinner somewhere or a coffee. A walk? And just talk, look and just be.
Much love
Your dear friend
C