Wieder in Amerika

Eigentlich hat­te ich ganz andere Pläne hier in Wis­con­sin, doch wie so oft, kommt es anders, als man denkt. Anstatt dem lange nachzuweinen, will ich nach vorne schauen und sehen, was auf mich zukommt.

Was dieser Reise voranging?

Die let­zten Monate waren gefüllt mit neuen Ideen und deren Pla­nung. Und in den ver­gan­genen Wochen war es soweit. Am 8. April jährte sich der Todestag mein­er Mut­ter und damit startete ich mit der Umset­zung. Nach­dem meine Mut­ter ver­gan­ge­nes Jahr in Frieden gehen durfte, habe ich beschlossen, dieses Trauer­jahr zu nutzen, um tief in mich zu blicken.

Die ver­gan­genen 10 Jahre kosteten mich viel Energie, anfangs fiel es mir nicht beson­ders auf, wie kräftezehrend die Krankheit mein­er Eltern, aber auch andere Umstände waren. Aber zulet­zt war ich mit meinem Leben nicht mehr zufrieden, ich funk­tion­ierte meist nur mehr. Nur das Schreiben war mir geblieben, das machte mich glück­lich. Das Jahr ist vor­bei, nun geht es zur Real­isierung der Träume.

Der erste Schritt war eine neue Woh­nung, die meinen Vorstel­lun­gen entspricht. Vie­len zeigte ich nur die schö­nen Bilder und die wun­der­bare Lage, aber es ging mir auch darum, selb­st einen Schritt in eine ressourcenscho­nende, lebenswerte Zukun­ft zu set­zen. Auch wenn ich keine Kinder habe, möchte ich der Welt respek­tvoll und acht­sam gegenüber treten. Die Woh­nung ist erst 7 Jahre alt, gut isoliert und braucht nicht viel Energie, und ich freue mich über die Fer­n­wärme. Sie liegt so, dass es mir möglich ist, vieles zu Fuß oder mit dem Rad zu erre­ichen. Die Stadt set­zt auf Car-shar­ing und E‑bike-Ver­leih. Das waren alles Beweg­gründe, mich für Eisen­stadt zu entschei­den, neben vie­len anderen. Ich werde Burgenländerin.

Das andere zielt auf meine beru­fliche Zukun­ft. Ich habe mich entschlossen, mich dem zu wid­men, das mein Herz erfüllt und lauter schla­gen lässt. Ich will das tun, was mich die ver­gan­genen Jahre über­leben ließ. Ich habe den Rechen­s­tift gezückt, meine Finanzen geord­net und bin zu dem Schluss gekom­men, dass ich es ruhig wagen kann. Ich will schreiben.

Und ich will aus­re­ichend Zeit haben für unbezahlte Arbeit­en, die ich für ein funk­tion­ieren­des Gemein­we­sen für notwendig erachte.

Begin­nen wollte ich dieses Aben­teuer mit ein­er Recherche zu einem für mich aufre­gen­dem Leben, aber es kam anders. Meine Fre­undin hat­te in den let­zten Wochen große Ver­luste zu tra­gen und möchte nicht mit mir darüber sprechen. Das kann ich ver­ste­hen und gut nachvol­lziehen. Ich weiß noch, wie klein und müde ich in den drama­tis­chsten Stun­den meines Lebens gewor­den bin. Ich war froh um jene, die mich ruhig bei ihnen sitzen ließen, ohne irgen­det­was zu fordern oder zu wollen. Einige gin­gen. Großreinemachen kön­nte man dies wohl nen­nen. Das darunter ger­ade jene waren, die mir immer wieder ver­sichert hat­ten, wie ähn­lich unsere Gedanken seien, lässt mich an ihrer Ken­nt­nis mein­er Per­son zweifeln. Wie froh war ich, dass ich aus­re­ichend Selb­stschutz entwick­elte, um auf mich zu schauen. Manche nan­nten dies Ego­is­mus, ich nenne es Ver­nun­ft. Nie­mand kann so gut auf einen selb­st schauen, wie er selb­st. Sie schaut nun auf sich, so wie ich es tat. Und das tat ich, wann immer mir Dinge oder Men­schen zu viel wurden.

Und so bin ich dankbar, dass meine Fre­undin über deren Leben ich bericht­en wollte, meine Pläne über den Haufen warf, weil es zu viel für sie ist.

Und so bin ich nun dage­sessen und habe in meinen wirren Gedanken­we­gen herum gesucht, was mir denn in den Sinn käme, in den kom­menden Wochen zu unternehmen. Natür­lich hat­te ich an die aufre­gen­den Nation­al­parks in Utah und Ari­zona gedacht. Klar kam mir Yel­low­stone in den Sinn. Aber eigentlich suchte ich nach etwas Stillem. Nach­dem ich im Win­ter eine Doku­men­ta­tion über Gor­don Hemp­ton gese­hen hat­te und ihm auch schrieb, wie sehr mich seine Sehn­sucht nach Ruhe und Friede berührt hat­te, wun­dere ich mich nun nicht über meine Entschei­dung, die großen Natur­wun­der hin­ter mir zu lassen und nach Unaufgeregtem, Ruhigerem zu suchen. Vielle­icht nimmst du dir Zeit und klickst den fol­gen­den Link an und wartest.

SILENCE IS NOT THE ABSENCE OF SOMETHING, BUT THE PRESENCE OF EVERYTHING.”
Mich begleit­et dieser Sound ger­ade beim Schreiben dieser Zeilen.

Ich schaute mir Karten und Reise­führer von Wis­con­sin an und plöt­zlich sah ich das viele Wass­er: die großen Seen, die kleinen natür­lich auch, und den Mis­sis­sip­pi, der die west­liche Gren­ze Wison­sins zu Iowa bildet.

Kom­mende Woche wird es los­ge­hen. Noch erhole ich mich vom Stress der ver­gan­genen, den ich nicht mehr so spie­lend und leicht über­winde wie in jün­geren Jahren, mit Spazierenge­hen, gesun­dem Essen, viel Trinken, Lesen und Schlafen.
Meet me soon at the water!

ps. Das Land führte, bess­er ver­führte, mich, es wurde eine ganz beson­dere Reise, die still begann und in eine andere Stille überging.

NYTimes.com: Earthly dream is realized in the rain forest

An Arti­cle about my trav­el in THE NEW YORK TIMES! I nev­er thought that this would ever happen.

I should have told Bill that I want to write small books about the earth and it’s won­der (and he should hear me gig­gle now. It was noth­ing he got to hear 🙂

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Out Here | Hoh Rain For­est, Wash.: Earth­ly Dream Is Real­ized in the Rain Forest 

By WILLIAM YARDLEY

Big Spruce Tree
Big Spruce Tree

The beau­ty here is not nec­es­sar­i­ly for every­one. Pound­ed by up to 170 inch­es of pre­cip­i­ta­tion each year, these grand old woods are wet­ter and gray­er and gloomi­er than most. Then again, not every sum­mer trav­el­er seeks sunshine.

I want to under­stand Earth,” said Ruth Lot­ter, inter­rupt­ed while focus­ing her cam­era on one par­tic­u­lar­ly large and dex­ter­ous root sup­port­ing a big spruce tree.
.…

The mix of mys­ti­cal and triv­ial makes Ms. Lot­ter gig­gle, and she gig­gles well. She is 49 and Aus­tri­an and she likes the road. She fell in love with the Cal­i­for­nia Red­woods 15 years ago and is cer­tain she was trans­formed by a trip to study stro­ma­to­lites — ancient rock struc­tures that form in shal­low water — in Aus­tralia two years ago. She also had a remark­able moment near here this sum­mer. She was at Cape Flat­tery, the north­west­ern-most point in the con­tigu­ous Unit­ed States, and she had been wor­ry­ing about being sad. Then she decid­ed to stop worrying.

I real­ized, ‘When I’m sad, be sad.’ And in that moment, I was happy.”

That got her gig­gling again.

It was rain­ing as she spoke. “It’s fun­ny that it’s rain­ing in the rain for­est,” she said.
.….

The real thing is the real thing,” she said. “The more I under­stand Earth, the more I’m impressed.” WILLIAM YARDLEY

Copy­right 2011 The New York Times Company

Read the com­plete sto­ry in the New York Times!

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Künstler, deren Website ich erst jetzt anschaute

Granville Island, Van­cou­ver: ich wurde ver­scheucht, als ich Austel­lungsstücke, dieser Kün­stler fotografieren wollte. Jet­zt sehe ich, dass auf ihren eige­nen Web­sites alles zu sehen ist, was ich fotografieren wollte. Irgend­wie lächer­lich, oder?

Jas­na Skolovic macht wun­der­schöne Keramik. Ihre Fließen und Tassen haben’s mir ange­tan. Die Tassen sind in ihrem Blog oder unter These gray days zu sehen.

Im sel­ben Laden gab’s Filz und alles was man daraus machen kann, von Jes­si­ca de Haas

Und schließlich Karen Coop­er, die einen eige­nen Laden, indem nur ihre Fotos hän­gen besitzt. Da gibt’s nicht nur in ein­er Hin­sicht, was zum Abschauen.

Emi­ly Carr war eine der ersten bedeu­ten­den Malerin­nen, wenn nicht die bedeu­tend­ste, British Columbias. Die Kun­stu­ni­ver­sität auf Granville Island ist nach ihr benannt.

Ich denke, sie ist ein guter Abschluss für diesen Blog.
Immer wieder tauchen noch Erin­nerun­gen und Gedanken­fet­zen auf. Vielle­icht gibt’s sich noch das eine oder andere. Mal sehen!

Von mir gibt es jet­zt noch Fotos, die ich in Ausstel­lun­gen geschossen habe und großteils bis jet­zt nicht von mir veröf­fentlicht wur­den. Ich habe ohne Blitz fotografiert, trotz­dem spiegeln sich immer wieder Lam­p­en, ich bitte mir das zu verzeihen :-).

Es sind Bilder aus dem De Young in San Fran­cis­co (Kun­st divers­er Eth­nien, von Inu­it, Azteken bis Papua Neuguinea), was aber im Großen und Ganzen ein­fach als zeit­genös­sis­che Kun­st beze­ich­net wird, was ich cool fand. Es ist also ein wildes Pot­pour­ri, von allem was mir gefall­en hat. Und noch ein wenig Kun­st der First Nations.

I was asked for some bonus material

So I was look­ing and there will be three of them.
First pic­tures: from dif­fer­ent vol­canos and lava beds. It was strange to see that the pic­tures did­n’t catch the enor­mous dimen­sions that I was so over­whelmed. I saw from the most south vol­cano: Mount Lassen to the next: Mount Shas­ta. And so forth… In Port­land Mount Hood, the lava beds of the Colum­bia riv­er, Mount Adam, Mount St. Helens which lost its beau­ty 30 years ago. She was the round beau­ti­ful moun­tain who made Mount Adam and Mount Hood fight for. She is get­ting old­er 🙂 although she did­n’t want. You don’t know what I am talk­ing of? Read the sto­ry of Mount St. Helens I wrote before. It is in Ger­man and English!!!
See you!

Ich bin heute heil und ganz wieder zurück

Hal­lo meine Lieben,

ich bin heute glück­lich zufrieden und saumüde wieder im guten alten Öster­re­ich angekom­men. Und cool, das Wet­ter ist über­all auf der ganzen Welt, wo ich bin, gle­ich. Also hab ich einen Jet­lag but no weatherlag 🙂

Aber jet­zt bin ich müd, muss noch was zum Fut­tern kaufen, ver­such noch irgend­wie ein wenig munter zu bleiben, und hoff, dass der jet- sich wie der weath­er­lag verhält.

Tja, mein Auto hat nicht mit­ge­spielt- ÖAMTC her, Bat­terie aufladen.

Dafür hab ich jet­zt Alm­dudler und Man­naschnit­ten (oder wie eine kuban­is­che Fre­undin ein­mal meinte: Män­ner­schnit­ten) zuhause, geil ;-D Öster­re­ichis­che Kraft­nahrung. Bis­lang gefun­den in New York und Tas­man­ien, das Bewe­is­fo­to unten stammt von dort.

Frag mich auch, wo ich bes­timmte Dinge hinge­tan habe, wo ich sie ganz sich­er wiederfinde…

Aber ich kenne noch den Pin­code mein­er Banko­matkarte. Das tröstet.

Bis bald!

People I met and I want to thank

and I would like to thank in this way, even if I don’t know the name of everyone.


2011usa_3-025Ruth
:
She was my first host and com­fort­ed me after my long flight. I am grate­ful how easy she made my first days in Cal­i­for­nia. It was very spe­cial to stay in the Los Ange­les Ranges, a place I might have not seen with­out her. She showed me not only the Pine Moun­tain Club, she also intro­duced me to:

bud­dhist monks: Rev­erend Mas­ter Phoebe and Rev­erend Mas­ter Seikai:

2011usa_3-033I was invit­ed to be part of the Lotus Cer­e­mo­ny and here you can lis­ten what Mas­ter Phoebe said about the cer­e­mo­ny dur­ing the Dhar­ma Talk where we sat togeth­er and drank some tea and had some cook­ies which I found a touch­ing way of teach­ing as we were encour­aged to talk with her and ask questions.

San­dra:
I met San­dra at the park­ing lot of San Andreas Trail close to Palo Alto. She is born in New York and lives now since almost 30 years in Cal­i­for­nia. She encour­aged me to write about my expe­ri­ences about my trav­el and she is read­ing this blog too. Quite a lot peo­ple I met use google trans­la­tor. I was sur­prised how many were inter­est­ed to read my blog. That is also a rea­son why I write this in English.

Har­ri­et:
She is anoth­er couch­surf­ing host of mine and she is still encour­ag­ing me and I love that we are still in con­tact. I had to smile when she wrote after I sent her a book back, she bor­rowed me: 
I have lost a cou­ple of books over the years by lend­ing them to close, dear friends that I had known for decades, and that I would trust with my life.(One of the couch surf­ing rat­ings, trust­ing some­one with your life)
But trust­ing a book return is one step high­er than trust­ing ones life!
So, I trust you with my life, and with my books!
Maybe the librarian’s heart came through. It means a lot to me that she told me that she invit­ed me because of my pho­tos but also that she uses her annu­al pass to the Cal­i­for­nia State Parks now more often because of my trav­el blog. I like her pic­tures and her hous­es. If you want to see her hous­es, than enjoy I like her style.
Spe­cial Thanks to her.

Lyn and Sam:
while Sam was quite busy, I had won­der­ful talks with Lyn. It was like know­ing her for ages and I came just home for a vis­it. We spoke about fam­i­lies, the world, our jobs … all that stuff you talk to famil­iar peo­ple. I am grate­ful that she made me feel we know each oth­er since decades. I miss talks like I had with her. He, Lyn, you won­dered what I will resume about you. Here you can see.

Ranger Car­ol:
She works at the Lassen Nation­al For­est close to the camp­ground where I staid at Mount Lassen. She was cheer­ing me up for this trav­el ask­ing if she could come along with me. She was so friend­ly and nice and explained and showed me where I can go and what might be spe­cial for me. That she looked at this blog even after weeks was a love­ly sur­prise. Rangers like her are doing a won­der­ful job and I think they give a lot to all of vis­i­tors — hap­py we found some­one like her.

Rachel:
Rachel is a 20 year old woman and I found her on a rainy day cry­ing with her lit­tle dog on the stair­case of my motel. I did­n’t know what to do. Might it be obtru­sive if I talk to her? I did and as I could­n’t under­stand her because of her heart­break­ing tears I invit­ed her for a break­fast. She told me a long sto­ry and I don’t know if it was true or not. But I saw her care for her dog, I saw her wish to make it. Her boyfriend kicked her out and she had no fam­i­ly who cares for her that was easy to believe. I don’t know if she real­ly gave her child away for an adop­tion, she lost her mom 15 months ago. But I saw how strong she want­ed to make it. Few days lat­er I saw Will Smith in The Pur­suit of Hap­py­ness and I asked myself how many home­less or almost home­less peo­ple has the same dream and how many won’t make it.

Polit­i­cal talks:
At Low­ell Cov­ered Bridge I met a lady who was clean­ing the exhi­bi­tion inside the the bridge. I asked her why this bridge was only cov­ered part­ly. She did­n’t know but then I could see that the oth­er part was a dam and not a bridge any­more. I don’t know how it came but I spoke about the Roo­sevelts. Theodor Roo­sevelt whom I just knew from “Arsenic and Old Lace” when the cousin was dig­ging the Pana­ma-Canal and who gave the ted­dy bears his name. Hon­est­ly he want­ed a canal through Nicaragua and they bought it from the French. But he made quite a lot of Nation­al Parks, Nation­al Mon­u­ments, and Nation­al Forests and was the founder of Muir Woods Nation­al Mon­u­ment. Here I heard of him and startet the research because this hap­pened in 1908 and in 1945 the 50 del­e­gates who signed the Unit­ed Nations Char­ter went there. Franklin D. Roo­sevelt died short­ly before it and on May 19, the del­e­gates held a com­mem­o­ra­tive cer­e­mo­ny in trib­ute to his mem­o­ry in Muir Woods’ Cathe­dral Grove.

There­fore I start­ed to look for them while the first was a Repub­li­can, the sec­ond exe­cut­ed the “New Deal” and a Demo­c­rat. So I told her that quite a lot of the dams at this time were built as a activ­i­ty against the great depres­sion of the 30s. Lot of the meth­ods are now part of what Oba­ma is try­ing to force. I spoke with her that the Repub­li­can act as this has nev­er hap­pened before but it did. She agreed and I was a lit­tle sur­prised because I did­n’t expect to find peo­ple who like Oba­ma in the coun­try­side. So I told her that he has now gained more mon­ey from pri­vate peo­ple than 4 years ago. More peo­ple are active in his new cam­paign than 4 years ago. The Repub­li­cans like Palin have 1/7 of friends as Oba­ma has in face­book. Maybe just jour­nal­ists love the loud odd opin­ions of Repub­li­cans and there­fore We hear more of them. Not all are watch­ing Rachel Maddows.
On 4 July a young man came to me and asked me if I want to reg­is­ter for the elec­tion. With him it was clear that he was look­ing for vot­ers for Oba­ma. With him I spoke about the pow­er of com­pa­nies. Few days ago the 5 Mil­lion women lost a law­suit because men are earn­ing more than women at Wal­mart. They treat com­pa­nies like any liv­ing per­son which is quite strange but start­ed some­how with the roman law where prop­er­ties count more than human lives. And we still have that but with deci­sions like that it becomes more obvi­ous what strange direc­tion our soci­eties are going to. But if it does­n’t fit the com­pa­nies a state can’t do any­thing. Some cities want to ban plas­tic bag but the plas­tic com­pa­nies are fight­ing against it. Or stronger laws against pow­er plants: here the Fed­er­al Supreme court says it isn’t pos­si­ble that sin­gle states make stronger laws. We spoke about the unbe­liev­able pow­er of Mon­san­to and their restric­tion which is in my opin­ion against human rights. They bring more poverness than any oth­er com­pa­ny I know.

I was just hap­py to find some­one to talk about that after I was lis­ten­ing to dif­fer­ent shows. And of course the talks with my friend Bet­ty with skype who spoke with me about the sit­u­a­tion in Wis­con­sin. I am def­i­nite­ly curi­ous how it will go on because the peo­ple became active after the elec­tion and a Repub­li­can won.

Andrew:
I had almost for­got­ten that I met him till he wrote weeks lat­er. I think he is not aware that he was the only one for 2 days who spoke with me in the Port­land Hos­tel. I know that I don’t have real prob­lems to get to know peo­ple but there no one spoke to me. They looked at me ask­ing what the hell I want to do there. One stopped talk­ing after real­iz­ing that I am from Aus­tria like Schwarzeneg­ger. Thank you Andrew, you gave me the con­fi­dence back the oth­ers took away. Good luck for your job!

Haley
I don’t know if this is the cor­rect writ­ing Haley like the comet but not writ­ten like it. Which was the com­pro­mise of her par­ents and not call­ing her “new moon” but still peo­ple call her that way. What a nice talk we had on a lazy Sun­day after­noon. Her Grand­moth­er is from Wels in Upper Aus­tria and she knew some Ger­man words. Her baby is almost a year and I just remem­ber the 2nd name “Rebel”. I hope that he will live his name. We spoke about her child­hood (she is 25) and now even at the most peace­ful­ly coun­try­side chil­dren pre­fer to play with the com­put­er dif­fer­ent to her. She was out from morn­ing till evening. I won­der where chil­dren will be able to learn what we learnt play­ing with oth­ers. Are they faster in learn­ing social com­pe­tence and empa­thy? This is the beach where she played as a child. We also spoke about the idea that Amer­i­cans are seen as super­fi­cial. She first thought so but I think Amer­i­cans are quite open and oth­er peo­ple are in dif­fer­ent ways close but you can’t con­nect ope­ness with super­fi­cial. You might need as long as with close peo­ple and as much patience and efford for all peo­ple. If you don’t care more for the oth­er, the result will always be the same.Take care and all the best for your small fam­i­ly and mar­ry if you like it and if it is impor­tant for you and for no oth­er rea­son! And vis­it your grand­moth­er as long as it is pos­si­ble, this is important!

Twi­light Town Forks  and their Jan:
She is a love­ly lady from Town Motel and we had some love­ly talks and I am look­ing for­ward to read the book of Nicholas Spark she gave to me (and I will look for Note­book by him too). And the leg­end of the Sand Dol­lar. It is beau­ti­ful for me to hear that for the 50th anniver­sary she took her whole fam­i­ly of 27 and cruise to the Caribbean. I have to write her that I came home safe­ly which she asked me to do. I just saw now on her web­site what good prize I got. Maybe because of the rain? I was quite grate­ful that I did­n’t had to learn about the “Twi­light” which you found all over the place. Thank you for all.

Bill:
It was rain­ing and I stood at one of the less beau­ti­ful trees of the “you have to see” trees of my trip when some­one asked me if I am impressed by this big … wow I had to look into the infor­ma­tion of Olympic Nation­al Park. I for­got the name of the tree: it was a big Sit­ka spruce tree. I told him that the Big Cedar more south is more impress­ing. He was curi­ous and as every­one who knows me: I CAN talk. And I told him about the trees, old and young land, about Nation­al Parks and so on and so forth. And he made notes, final­ly he said that he is a jour­nal­ist and curi­ous as I am, I asked for the news­pa­per. New York Times… He took a pic­ture of mine which he send me lat­er. He does­n’t know that I was mar­ried to a jour­nal­ist. I know their fire when they hear good sto­ries. Thank you for your fire.I pre­pared these lines  a week ago as a fin­ish of my trip (is there any­thing bet­ter than a BIG THANKKS at the end?). But dur­ing that week Bill wrote not just an arti­cle about the rain­for­est which was what I expect­ed but an arti­cle about my travel:
Earth­ly Dream Is Real­ized in the Rain Forest
By Pub­lished: July 27, 2011
It is my fire to write “My lit­tle Sto­ries about almost Every­thing” which I already start­ed. It made the end over­whelm­ing. My sto­ries are also encour­aged by the next lady:

Lau­ra:
she was hitch­hik­ing at the Pacif­ic Rim Nation­al Park on Van­cou­ver Island. And she almost felt asleep because of her 2 jobs and she was going to vis­it her daugh­ter in hos­pi­tal. But she lis­tened quite inter­est­ed to my sto­ries where I try to explain in easy words what sci­en­tists know nowa­days about the uni­verse and the world. She belongs to the First Nation of Ahousat but nev­er lived in the reser­va­tion. I was hap­py to hear that she start­ed to lis­ten to the sto­ries of the eldest. She told me about the eagle and the sea ser­pent which are the ani­mals of her tribe. The eagle who came to every funer­al and fly in cir­cles around the fam­i­ly and friends. I remem­bered when I drove into their ter­ri­to­ry by acci­dent that it was dif­fer­ent feel­ing, a peace I did­n’t felt on oth­er places. But I was also in oth­er reserve which felt more inse­cure and search­ing. She thanked me telling that stuff in words she can under­stand. That con­vinced me about the impor­tance of a book like that.

I told her the sto­ry of The Every­thing. It is quite inter­est­ing that I talk about it most of the time in Eng­lish The Every­thing, that is what my friend Trent made out of it.

It was record­ed and the music is by Trent. (We were sit­ting in a cof­fee shop in Vien­na just talk­ing, and that’s what he made out of it :-).

Win­nie, Yvonne and Gael:
Fun­ny Vic­to­ria! After lux­u­ry couch­surf­ing places with an own room and an own bath­room, I stayed now at Winnie’s place. I was lucky that I had my mat­tress and sleep­ing bag with me as she had just one blan­ket but three couch­surf­ing guests. After the first night with Yvonne from Ger­many, Gael from New Mex­i­co arrived and we slept in the kitchen/livingroom of about 18 sqm with a park­ing in it. It was good that she wrote in her pro­file that she smokes med­ical .… I did­n’t know how much you need of that. In her enthu­si­asm of hav­ing guests from all over the world, I think she over­es­ti­mate the tol­er­ance of the guests. It was a kind of strange to sleep 2 oth­er strangers in a small room on the floor. But on the oth­er hand I had an expe­ri­ence I would­n’t have had with­out her even if I don’t want to expe­ri­ence it again.

Talk with 2 enlight­ened guys at McDon­alds in Victoria
Would you expect to sit at McDon­alds and talk with enlight­ened peo­ple? Me nei­ther. We spoke about uni­ver­sal pow­er, uni­ty and eter­ni­ty. I did­n’t expect that. But I had this con­ver­sa­tion. I was just leav­ing when the man next to me said some­thing and I total­ly for­got what he said. (I could­n’t even remem­ber dur­ing the con­ver­sa­tion how all began). But after 2 min­utes I explained him my def­i­n­i­tion how every­thing start­ed. It was­n’t the first time I did that.

But after speak­ing for a while with one guy the sec­ond accom­pa­nied us and we spoke for 2 hours till we went our own ways. Also this talk was def­i­nite­ly inspir­ing and touch­ing. But I am not enlight­ened and one said we should believe and he would teach us. While the oth­er enlight­ened said he found it and knows that he can’t explain because he lives now and don’t believe I will answer mails. The man does­n’t know me.

I just meant that noth­ing will con­vince me that I just have to believe. I want to under­stand and not all under­stand­ing comes out of mind. Once I heard at a radio-show a first peo­ple sto­ry­teller say: Food of the mind will feed the heart. Isn’t that an inter­est­ing view? I still see my wish to grow, as I still have prob­lems to under­stand the no-attach­ment. I would have loved to com­mu­ni­cate at least with the sec­ond one but he thought that he isn’t attached to any­thing any­more. I believe that love for each oth­er and care is more impor­tant than any enlight­en­ment. Or should I say my vision of enlight­en­ment is love and care? And I don’t know how this goes with­out attach­ment. I’ll see.

Jan and Jakub:
2 young Czech men in the hos­tel in Van­cou­ver pre­pared me in a way to going home. The 2 of them are trav­el­ling around the world and I don’t know exact­ly what it was but the way they speak or behave just brought back my home. Is there a spe­cial mid­dle Euro­pean way of bei­ing? Maybe.

THANK YOU ALL. You were all part mak­ing this trip spe­cial! Good luck and save trav­el through your lives!