I bought a new three piece walking suit. April 6th I will start walking to the Nomadic Village 2014, a 99 day walk to the south of Austria. Time for a new blog. Time to make sense again. Death tho Those Who do not Rock and the Secret of the Nomadic Village. I left the box on my table unguarded a few times.

It took me 7 hours to leave. I sat on all the benches in town, said goodbye to people, waved out my students. Sitting in my garden I wondered if I would be back in Sokolowsko. A home, a job, wild food in abundance. I am empty handed again. So I can fill my hands wi.

I am empty handed again. So I can fill my hands with raspberries, malva seeds, cherries, wild spinage. So I can hold my walking stick in one and hold to other one over my eyes to protect them from the sun while staring into the distance. In sweden i found a chair.

From Somerset to Sideways, Jackie Calderwood. Journey to Zutendaal, Clare Qualmann. Marie-Anne Lerjen, Notes of a Walking Guest.

A new adventure, a new blog. Before I left I washed my feet. They became a little less dirty. Clean enough for the pair of socks I washed the other day. Too dirty still to sit in the train with bare feet. It will take a while before they are really clean again. Some things can be enjoyed best when they last so much shorter than you want to.

I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. The suit and where it took me. Is it a diary? While s.