when i was 23 i hitchhiked and walked through the mountains of crete and the pelopponesos, working now and then (raisinharvest,building glasshouses) with these books as my companions:
with snowcapped ancient holy mountain Ida (Psiloritis) and later snowcapped mountain Taiyetos in sight..
back in amsterdam (staatsliedenbuurt), i tried to retain the feeling :
( the neighbourhood was quite notorious at that time, with squatters, anarchists etc., quite lively.
but i mainly lived on my own (anyway i was to individualistic to be an anarchist)
below me lived a man who drank a lot and often came home late at night shouting and mumbling and jabbing the key against the door in the proximity of the keyhole until he found it, which took quite some time sometimes, which mostly didn't have a soothing effect on his mood at all.
anyway, there i was, drinking tea with pepper to get warm (the only heating was my campinggaz) and reading these poetry- and zenbooks.
i wondered should i go to japan and learn more, but i decided zen involved to much harshness and striving so i took it easy and went to greece (the island of kos) and stayed there for half a year, working as a gardener and making murals for tavernas. and anyway, enlightment is so overrated.)
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