A year ago, I was in pain, depressed, no income, sitting in an apartment way to big and expensive. Something had to happen. I started selling things, books, tools, records, cds, what ever was sell-able and then I packed my stuff. Still some things sit in Germany, like my basses. One I took with me.
On the net I found a place, saying a place of light, a community working together. I applied, was accepted and then I went there with a big suitcase and a bass case. I worked there for the Tech-Department for around 7 month as a volunteer. This was an outstanding time, I met new friends and especially they allowed me to make some of the most precious experiences there, solidarity, when my contract was not prolonged.
After that I spent a short time on a dead ends place, run by a man without vision or plan. Sad, I left. After some time in guesthouses, I received a call, if I would like to build a community together. I was delighted, but when I arrived, things already have changed into a kind of work-away place. Then, all the sudden, the atmosphere turned over night, new rules were introduced, like cleaning the toilet every 2 days or not closing the toilet lid. Also bringing stuff and not getting payed for it. After 2 days I literally ran off, went to another island and just discovered a wonderful place. It’s an art installation with a beautiful view and I sleep in a Jurt, which is a drafty as the Kamaboku House in Koyasan 😀
The journey will go on…