We live outside. I like this saying more than "live on the streets", because our " streets" is actually a beach. We don't put the tent, but our sleeping bags are a blessing for a 15C winter nights of the Canaries. "Invasion of hippies" was declared in the local newspaper and the ship of Guardia Civil stayed for two days and two nights opposite the shore, in silence, like a space ambassador "greeting" an alien. Being on the side of the "invader" is a bit amusing, because you kinda look behind you in bewilderment: "a threat?an invader? Where?? Ooops, I think they think it is me 😗😚.."... So meet your invaders, X, a civil engineer living on a "pirate's" ship in Copenhagen with an experience of working on projects worth $25m, Y, a young musician from Estonia with amazing improvisation skills, Z, a musician from France with an incredible voice and abysmal green eyes, U, an artist from God, and many other talented professionals from all over the world. There are so many intricate characters wandering around the word that the word hippy seems too narrow to me,.. Am I a hippy? No, I can't call myself that. I am just broadening my horizons and breaking my boundaries. And I meet constantly beautiful souls looking for some peace inside, for new discoveries, for new truths. Learning to love. It's is interesting to realise how international our "crowd" is. So in all parts of the world there were people who just decided to move a little bit further than usual, to look around, so to speak.. And we meet here.. If we are the most urgent threat, then we must be in the safest place in the world! When I gave in my passports to the guardians this morning, I found it funny that there were three different ones: Russian, Bulgarian and British. What a family 😂
From aliens with love.