Marocco

Gabriella had a heart of gold and a big one at that. Gemma was also traveling with us. They could speak spanish and i could sleep. Somewhere along the way i made poems for them and Gabriella shed a tear.

They gave me 30 euro's as a new years present.

I aranged a second ride from Granada to Algeciras but it never came. Anna texted me that she was already in Morocco. I freaked out a little. I slept in a park and in the morning decided to take a bus. From that point onwards it was easy to buy a ticket and get the boat. Anna wanted to leave the port but i said that she had to wait. In the boat you must stand in a line and fill out a form, saying that you are not a criminal. I almost fainted, it took so long.

When i arrived i went to the restaurant where Anna said she was. I couldn't see her. After many minutes she send me a text describing her view. I showed this to the police and they knew where she was. At the restaurant close to the boats. Where all the paying people do not stop because they must get into a cart to go to the real safe heaven to enter marocco.

Anna did not pay and so was together with a truckdriver chilling at the docks. The police escorted me past the customs and i was being delivered to the driver of the cart. He took me to this restaurant and said that i needed to return in 5 minutes.

So i ran outside and shouted her name. She was nowhere to be found. Not in the restaurant and everybody gathered around me trying to help me. I ran outside again and shouted her name. Followed by everyone. Someone with a walkie talkie wanted to help me but suddenly my name could be heard. I turned around and there she was.

We ran towards each other and hugged. That was the start of the spiritual journey across Marocco.

I had to take my stuff from the cart and it was no problem to leave it to follow Anna towards her stuff. After some conversation with hands and feet we managed to explain to the truckdriver what we were going to do. He wanted to come with us. he payed for the taxi towards Tanger and delivered us to the bus towards Marrakech.

for Anna and me wanted to talk all night long about our adventures.
and so we did.
it was the first time that i began to really see Anna for who she was and i found much similarities about how we look at life and the problems our mind tells us we have.

we came at 6 o clock in Marrakech and slept nearby the mosk. After some hours we heard our first prayer. We spend the day walking through the maze of Marrakech and ate a Bisara. But that was it. Marrakech was too much. so we went with the bus to El Jidida.

Because we wanted to spend new years eve on a beach.
So we did but when we were sitting on the rocks, in shadows, secluded, the water moved closer and higher. I said that we could maybe move before it was too late but Anna was sure it would not rise that far. She was wrong. So the first few minutes of 2017 we spend Climbing over rocks and a very steep wall what was behind us. After the steep wall was a high fence so what we only could do is climb all the way back to the beach on this steep wall. Anna thought we were going to die. Fortunatly we were rescued by Moroccans who gave me a knife. After that expirience we walked outside the city and i decided to hitchike. the first car stopped and he dropped us at another village where we slept on the beach.

In the morning Anna walked around and made some friends who gave us a tazjin. Our first of many. they had a fire on the beach and we laughed and danced with eachother. There was a lovely girl with them and i captured her beauty with my eyes. Anna got on her email and something amazing happened. her brother and her father had a conversdation about her in Poland and came to the conclusion that it was actually very brave what she did. Travelling and all. I jumped from joy and we slept on the beach.

The friends came back and took us to a bathing house. They payed for it and it was extraordinary. i liked it very much. We hitchhiked to Safi. It was a ride where two taxi's gave us lifts for free. And then it was Rachid who took us from the road. He couldn't speak English but he was very happy that he took us,, and us, just going with the flow, found us sitting in her sister's house in the evening.

The next day he brought us to his other family in another town. They had a fruitmarket on the Streets and we ate couscous and tazjin. The whole day and the next day we were theirs. If someone wanted to invite us they got angry and said that we should stay with them. I wanted to do the laundry but a woman took it from me and did it for me. The two days we played around with the children and  ate, like a lott. But finnally it was time to go and our last ride to Safi was a truck.

When we got off, Anna immediately panicked and ran as hard as possible into the direction of the truck. Without thinking i ran after her but realised that someone had to stay to protect the bags.
Within a few minutes Anna returned with her sleeping bag under her arm. "So you could catch up with the truck." "ooh man, it was like a real adventure."
What she said next was so unbelievable crazy. When she ran, a bus stopped on the road, with his doors openwide. A shout "Come on." and there she was. Inside the bus , giving directions to stop near the truck.  By a stoplight she could knock on the door of the truck and her sleeping bag got thrown in her arms.

In the evening we got invited by Sahien to sleep there. In the morning we went to explore with Sahien who went to the Ceramic workshop. There Anna could paint a plate and i went to the backside to see all the different working people for the ceramic workshop. it were two small windy Streets full of clay and ceramic pots. I finnally got to Vita who invited me to spin the wheel to make clay things. I enjoyed myself and even made my own cup.Vuta invited me to eat at his place.  Anna found me and she wanted to leave. We were invited by a cafe to eat there. When we got there they invited us to sleep there as well. so i went to Vita again to explain that i could not sleep at his place. When i said where our backs are Vita said "Danger, Danger!!" Sahien's name was quite popular. Vita said he tricked tourists and stole from them. Sahien was a drug addict or so Vita said. "You must get your backs!!" I believed him and went straight to the house. I found it really special that i remember the road back. When i was there, Sahien's uncle openend the door and kindness stared at me. I walked in and got the backs together with everything in it. Nothing was gone. But i hated to leave the uncle so suddenly so i drank tea with him and ate something. We laughed and then i went. Back to the cafe. Anna saw me and asked where i had been. Then she saw the bags "What are you doing with the bags?" I explained everything and she was more chilled then me but was glad that i got the bags. only because we stayed here now.

The next morning we stuffed ourselves as the food came and went. i bought a chess board and i learned Anna how to play. She is a natural. There was also a German who could play good. The moroccans knew only to play Checkers.

The next day we went to Vita because i wanted to. He invited us to sleep on the beach by his friends. His friends all were trying to go onto a ship to cross the border illegally. We had campfires in the night and good food. We slept with the four of us in a bathroom for elder people. Changed into a sleeping room. Vita's plan was to bring us to his brother who just got back with the best hasjis. He was not sure when he would come back so we slept two nights in that bathroom and then i couldn't take it anymore. I slept on the beach, but that was not done. for the Moroccan hospitality is not to be disturbed with "crazy"ideas.

Everytime Vita would come and go away again to wake me and say that i should sleep closer to them. So i ended up with the beach lights in my face, which was no problem but Vita said that the police could see me and give me trouble. By this time i stopped fighting and slept inside.
I was like a fish who could not protect himself. It was a terrible feeling.

the next day i lost my glasses and i panicked, for a few hours we searched everywhere and finnally a friend woke up who said that he had put the glasses in his tent for safety. It was just there, on the ground and he safed them.
Then we went to the computer. Vita came with us. It so happened that Vita's house was on the way and we met his mother and stepdad. We got some food and Anna did her thing on the computer. In the evening we went to a park to make a fire and sleep there. Vita was with us still.

We wanted to go away in the morning and Vita suddenly said that he wanted to come with us. Because he had problems at home. Anna got buckled knees and said "why not." i knew it was not a good idea but i had to let Anna go trough this expirience. and me too. We walked to the end of town and got a lift from Mohammed. A really nice guy. We made a shelter on the beach and slept there.

The next day was full of learning. for Anna. Vita did not talk at all. Not even a single little bit. it was even scary. It was bringing the whole athmosfere down. In the evening i had to fetch some water. I asked it and Aziz gave us a place to sleep , some food and even water. Vita's energy was still a negative something in the air. But Aziz was really nice. Mohammed went to us and said that he would like to invite us for dinner. Anna wanted to stay, to chill so i went alone. I met Rabia, who was Mohammed's friend. The house we were in, was his parent's house. Vacation home. We ate Tazjin. the best ever. Mohammed made it. I talked Anna's ears off by explaining how good the potatoes were. I promised Rabia a poem about Tazjin and went to sleep beside Anna. We talked about the day like we talkes about every day, and every doubt, every thought, every sigh, every feeling.

We talked about Vita and that he must go. That was the only decision we made before we went to sleep. In the morning we sat inbetween the beach and the road. I took the liberty to tell Vita to go. It took some courage but he did not struggle. After it was done Anna said "I am glad that you did it, thank you. I could not." Instantly we could feel our energies meeting each other again without a disturbance in the area. Anna and i were so good travelingcompaniens because we spoke about everything but more importantly we could understand and give each other the freedom to express ourselves in total surrender to the moment.  The thoughts that we had created by the life that we choose to have were actually the same. Douts and pain were of the same form. the same solid, liquid substance that could connect us like no other could connect with us. I slowly found out that i loved Anna as a little sister and i began to say this. that i have a little sister. All my life i wanted a little sister to take care of and watch her grow.

When Vita went we stayed sitting on the spot, with the sun in our eyes and the beach in our backs. talking about everything we could not talk about with Vita present. Ina few hours we went through the whole cycle of emotions and feelings. Trough our words we cried and laughed really hard about our own lies and the way we perceived the love that others gave us. talking about true love as if it was in front of us. just waiting for us to gather ourselves together.

We went to Rabia's house later so i could give him my poem and Anna made a drawing about Tazjin.
He had such a good connection with us that he invited us to stay for as long we want. Anna and me fell in love with  this little village already so it was easy to say yes. So we stayed , for 10 or 12 days.

On the twenty third we arrived in Essaouria.
Anna felt really depressed when we came here. It had something to do with the ups and downs her emotions went through. I let her climb out of it by using my words. I didn't now that i could do this but it was so. Anna really felt good aain all of a sudden. it was so strange that we just expected it as our power together. Than we went into the city and met up with our couchsurfing host. Alreasdy for two weeks Anna said that we could arrive in Essaouria. now it was finnally time and we could sleep at his place. he was nice. very helpful without asking anything, maybe too little for my taste.

The next day Anna wanted to be alone. I made poems for people and then met Andrea, also a traveller. Anna came over not long after and we hitted it off real good. Andrea gave me her jacket and we met her dog. We soon came to the realization that Andrea's car and Anna driving skill's could combine and we could travel together. and i could sit in the back and write stories. It was done. in a few days we would leave. In the evening i saw a girl with a mesmerizing attitude. I came towards her and stayed silent, not knowing where to begin. "Maybe we can begin with telling our names.". "Yes , that sounds like a good plan." Her name was Leila. I wanted to make her a poem "I am meeting friends. i have no time." I did not give up and said. then we will stumble into each other the next day. "Haha, oke, deal. let's stumble over each other." She said it with a smile in her eyes. This day i also met a girl who cried during my poem and who gave me food. Some days later she stumbled into me again when i felt a little bit melancholic. She let me see her diary wich my poem was in now, and together with my poem, two side of a paper filled with her thoughts about our meeting and the poem.


I stumbled into Leila again and i made her a poem "It is better than i expected."
she hugged me, thanked me and i knew that the words meant something in her life. I was glad.
Anna was in the meantime busy about finding a guitar. We met a guy named Rachid who did cool with his magic tricks who had a guitar for two hundred Diram. It was a little bit too much for that Guitar but Anna payed it. Because a minute before she payed the guitar Fernando came. Fernando. A Mexian who smiled in his lazy way and drank the innocence of freedom every moment he got. Anna met him on the roundabout where she hitchhiked to Marocco. They walked towards each other, greeting and hugging like long lost friends. Fernando had broken his guitar and Anna said "No problem, you have a new guitar!" she gave him the one she wanted to buy. So everyone was happy and Fernando and us were connected through love. Andrea met us in the evening and we busked the morning after with the whole club. When Andrea had to leave us already we got the suggestion about playing in a plaza of restaurants. so we did and we made a theatershow about it. It was really fun. We were invited to eat and a French woman gave us her tazjin. Afer the food we met Titjan. Titjan and me met each other in a restaurant from a guy who had some Jealous issues. Titjan worked in the restaurant behind the bar and i met the owner with his girlfriend when i was in a smiley mood and i made the girlfriend a poem. also because she was Irish. The owner said nothing, only that he wanted a poem as well. I had an ecounter when it was raining and i wanted to shelter in the restaurant but i had to buy water for 20 Diram, so i left. When i wanted to say goodbye to them, Titjan saw me, went inside the restaurant and gave me a waterbottle in my hand without saying anything, just a wink.  I went to say goobye to him but i saw the owner with his girlfriends again and i had to open my mouth and say that maybe i will meet her again, because i am really curious about her story. The owner found it was enought and went up to the chair where i sat and said ."No fucking talking to my girlfriend mate, Don't fucking look at her. We don't do this kind of thing here mate, no fucking kidding. You have three seconds to get up and get out of here otherwise i will really fucking explode."


So i went and never saw them again. But Titjan yes. He invited me and my friends to his friend's house where we made food for all of us and he told me that he left the restaurant. After the food, we made music from their country. Senegal. It was so magical to see true freedom in the eyes of long lost brotherhood. I exhaled a few notes myself and they all laughed and cheered me on. On the streets we managed to see Andrea again and also Leila came by "I will cherish the poem forever." Leila had a sort of magic around her that made me weak in my knees.


The next day Andrea said that she needed 100 Diram. I gave it to her and we needed to follow her around Essaouria for we needed to leave this instant with the car. Her friend needed to go to Agadir to the airport. Why he didn't leave earlier , with the bus is a mystery to me but okay. We all got into the car and he drove like crazy to Agadir airport. He missed it with a few minutes. We were in a car with a young man who Always got what he wanted from other people, but i had to put him in order and say that we didn't had money for weed because the gasoline was to expansive for us. "Thank you for doing that" everyone said. The young man couldn't believe that he couldn't persuade me to give him anything. Andrea had travelled with her ex- husband and him for over one year and she had lost her self perservation. She had yes to everything they wanted. and now it was time for her strenght to come out of her hiding place. The young man surprised me by paying me the money back he already got from me for weed. Respect has a funny way of slipping inside minds. We drove back to the airport and Anna and me just were so happy that we began to busk in front of the exit where all the passengers went from the flights to their cars. Fernando and Andrea went along and it was all a bunch of funny business.

The young man left us in the morning after Anna said that we do not drive back to Essaouria for his pleasure.c So it was us four who drove in a car where we didn't had money for. It was difficult but i learned a lot. We lost ourselves in asking for food and even for Benzine because Andrea did that for ove ra year and it was easy for Maroccans where very friendly. We often slept with to much food in our bellies. but later on i felt really terrible, because i did not write anymore or even performed as a dancer or anything to earn my living. We slept in hotels and got everthing our heart desired but it was not based on our skills as artists. as human beings. The first night in Agadir we got pizza and a place to sleep on a beach on lounge chairs. the second day we got in trouble with the police who had us locked up on the policestation for four hours and when they stumbled into Andrea they said "Your friends are in the policestation , do you want to go to them." When she answered no, they left her standing there. the police gave us 25 Diram and something that he said was a drug. Anna said to herself that she wanted a smoke and not even a second later a police man offered her a sigaret. The reason why we were there was the sign we made about us and our travelling lifestyle. Probably they thought it was a secret message for something really bad. Really, four policecommanders came and wanted a look at our sign.

Slowly we went to Paradise valley and left Agadir and the westcoast to her beauty. Paradise valley was truly Paradise. After Paradise we went slowly to Marrakech to pick up Anna's best friend. With the five of us we sat in the car and played around with our possibilities. Anna drove a little bit and even the poet tried the steering wheel. Not even driving, only trying. One tier had a hole inside it one time but for 20 diram we got a new one.


In the mountains inbetween Marakech and Quarzazate we slept. In the morning i went down to the river to get some water and Zazoo, the dog of Andrea went with me. it was special to feel. Somehow i felt the bond between human and dog very strongly when i stood there on the riverbend.  I never thought about it but the dog my family had when i was young is still in my heart and Andrea believes she lives on in all the dogs i meet. That they can smell it that you still misses the friend you lost. Inthe evening the girls and the guys split up to get some luck on the Streets. The girls came back with a woman who was a chef in a restaurant who sat in the car and guided us to her house. She couldn't speak english and it was strange but also very cool that we just followed her handsignals. When we were in her home she gave us amazing food and we could sleep there.


the next morning it was my birthday and we were still with the woman in the house. We just stuffed ourselves. In the evening they got a chocolate cake for me and i got some oranges for them. Anna came to me with "Happy birthday" on her lips and i felt really good.


the next day we all got quite sick but Fernando and me and Zazoo tried to make music on the Streets.  When we got better we all went inside the car again and left. We were heading to the Rainbow of Marocco. A Rainbow is a home for all travellers and lost souls to finnally come home and live in unity and peace with the nature and everyone around you. The Rainbow exist because of you. If you come you do all that you were supposed to do. If you don't have money you can give your talent and help out in the community that the Rainbow is. It is a community that exist for a mooncycle to celebrate life and love. It is all around the world throughout all the year in all different places.


But before we went there we got invited by a restaurant in Quarzazate to celebrate the hospitality of Marocco. eight bottles of wine were empy on the tabel and dancing was not for me that evening. Puking was my favouritehobby that night. The maroccons didn't even looked around for my health. Anna did, the whole evening long. But the culture of Marocco leaves me speechless anytime i learn more about it. They don't see visitors as unique people i think. They see only a person who can be used to express gratitude for life for. I really hated this but it really, really learned me a lott about why i hated this. I came abck to my dad and i cried several times. But i also met one Maroccon man who became a true friend for me in that moment. He openend up and told this true love story who hit my heart. his wife died after several years and he had to work all day, all hours to just send money back to his parents. he drank to see his wife again. It broke my heart and i wrote him a poem.
He was the waiter of the restaurant who gave us the eight wine bottles. We could stay in that restaurant for several days and eat there whatever we asked for.

And than it was time to go. Andrea left us to return to her roots and i when we split up it didn't mater with hitckhiking because when i left the car with Agatha ( Anna's best friend) Fernando and Anna came to embrace us again. As if we had planned this. A driver of a truck picked is up after that and drove us to Zagora. In the evening, the same truckdriver stopped for us again. Together with him another car stopped and so we had two cars who drove us to Tagonite at the same time. In tagonite there was a guy who wanted to host us in his hotel so we said yes. In the morning we met the first other travellers who were going to the Rainbow.


The Rainbow was coming home for me, truly coming home, to a place where my voice was respected and loved, truly loved by like minded travellers who come from pain and lonelyness. and who got out of it by love and nothing else than love. Finding out that they have a place in the world to be themselves and be stronger than any doubt or fear inside themselves. We got hugged and blessed when we came. People calling out "Welcome home." Time and time again. I said "I love you" to a man who was the purest boy in my eyes. He responded "Then you are very spiritual." I began to love him as my older brother who taught me things about life. There were so many beautiful inspirations walking around that i have difficulty of knowing where to begin. Ther e was a guy named David who could talk with me about love and being grown up and standing up towards the power inside you. He had a very impressive darkside. A guy from France who i played around with, innocently but i saw later when i was on acid a dark hole where his soul was supposed to be. There was this long haired very shy American who did Acid with me for the first time for the both of us. It was from San Fransico ( Hometown of acid) and it was in a liguid form. The truest most beautiful acid that you could ever aquire. or so the words were from the Mexian lady who gave us the acid. She fell in love with the shy American there , in Marocco and she felt like a mother to me. And did i mention the very many Polish people who i fell in love with. Oh mann... so many people i met that it is to much to write down but i will try. Adrianna is the most important. A girl who was so in control of her body that she didn't even know that she was not in control. I could see straight throught her and she didn;t even blink an eye. She fell in love with the Dutch poet. Holding my book in her hands which she had found in the library tent. With pleasure eyes and a need to hug me and ask me all kind of quiestond about Eamelor.""Does Sarah have more chapters? How does the land look like? What did you mean with this? I am so curious, can you explain me more? She shined and looked determined to mesmerize herself around my words when i spoke again about Eamelor. So i did my best to speak around the campfire every night, or most of the times to give the Rainbow my talent and so learn more about my gift as a storyteller than i could ever expirience. I did all sorts of things. Splitting the group of 30 people in three groups who made sounds as their group name was mentioned in the story. Improvising whole fairytales to give my gift a boundary she had to cross every night again.

I would not linger on the pratical things so much that we had to do to give the Rainbow air to breath. only that we had to do a watermission every day, that i loved to cook and that there were flies everywhere and if there were no flies there were sandstorms.

Many other briljant people who learned me a lot where present. A girl who felt like my crazy sister who could only look at the dark side of herself but i saw the briljant radiance of her beauty and strength. A young man who was the Messenger of fearless dreams. A Scottish lash who inspired me to enter the love for the magical forests of expanding freedom. My own Thorgal who came. A whole lot of Dutch people who meant a lot for my basic foundation of knowing that i am still welcome and loved by my home.

Now i think i know the feeling of thanking everyone at the grammy's.
They all meant so much for my expirience, for my life.


And i should not forget about the many Moroccan Rainbow sisters and brothers who came into the end to learn what a Rainbow is. And then Especially one girl. Her name is Kinsa and she is the strongest woman who i ever met. also the most interesting and the most stuck in her own mind. She is very intelligent and very, very beautiful. In every way, the kind of woman who i really feel attracted towards. I was scared of her. and not in a strange way or i acted wrd around her but it was in a way that she put a spell upon me where i was not afraid to be myself and open up to the possibility that we were having a good time. Such a good time that she could even fall in love with me. And that was scary. I admitted it to myself when i was alreasy running away. I looked lkike a thief in the night. But i was happpy to leave, i didn't know really why i left but i was happy. Untill the next day when i cried on the Streets. It was also because of a crazy guy who shouted at me for no reason other than messing with my head but it was more. On the socnd day i danced on the Streets of a sudden joy in my heart. I didn;t know what it was untill i texted my mother and told her that i ran away from love. In that instant i made the decision to go back and face my fear of being loved and for once and for all get rid of it, or starting to get rid of it.


So i returned and learned that Kinsa cried that day that i left. This was really scaring me but i tried to make contact with her and said "I missed you more than the others." When i said tnhis i felt the wall inbetween us thickening. Later on when i wrote in my book about all the things Cestmir would do to talk with Kinsa i did just that when i found out that that was what i did. Always, just being blunt and say what i have to say. Well...in a beautiful poetic way. Kinsa did not had any faith in the direction of the conversation but in the end she said "Cestmir, you are truly a genius. The way you directed this conversation into the conclusion. Very briljant." She was the one who wanted to repeat every word of the conversation to make a story about it. For i asked her in the beginning what she felt when i said that i missed her more that the others. She responded with telling me that she was confused. In that moment i knew it and i said it "So, to say it more clearly. You are not attracted to me and i am, to you." , I smiled and wanted to dance. "We can be friends!"

Kinsa taught me that i did not have to be afraid of love. I can just return and face the consequences because i can always come back to what Cestmir truly feels and act upon it.


I met other good friends, like A girl named Hasna from Marocco which i talked with about the ventures of life. A Polish guy who is a Carpenter and he said that i could live with him because he loved me and he wanted to learn me his proffesion. In the early days of the Rainbow a mother and her daughter of eight came for two days. I became a symbol of freedom for that child and the mother and me became real good friends. Together with this family, two girls from Spain came who were best friends. I walked the roads of atraction with one of them/ but the other one liked me also very much. The girl who i had feelings for was masaging people as a job. One evening i could lay in the tent and she taught me how to locate the tensions in shoulders. but i was not a good test person. "You have no tension in your body at all." I expirienced on her and her friend asked how i was doing. "Mmmh.."was her only response.

I was really happy to meet Yuri as well. A Belgium Storyteller and poet. He was most of the times in the village, trying to connect them to the Rainbow and cure any misunderstandings. I had respect for him, for the way he lived and the challenges he looks for. We didn't had any chance to do a story together but that time will come.

I can write a whole book about the girl named Myriam. and someday i will. But the only thing i can say here is that it was extraodinary to meet her, it was so helpful to see her demons and the way she interpreted the words around her. not seeing the most beautiful thing right in front of her. In the end, in the van, she cried so much because she wanted to face the pain and the fear that blocked her from seeing the joy in life. Not that she was unaware of the beauty. she was seeing it clear as day but hoped to be ever more closer and stay close to these persons or these situations. not that she was clinging. she was very true to herself and very honest but also very hard on herself. By every word i want to say about her to describe her a little bit i feel that i am not doing her justice at all so i will stop. but in the end all that matters is that i loved her, love her as my truest mirror that the world can give me to understand myself more.



If you want to know more about the Rainbow you can ask me or just wait untill i perform and then come by.

At the end of the Rainbow Gathering i had diarrhea and some wounds on my feet.
Together with Myriam,  Mark, A guy who was spiritual and very strong in his oppinions of how the world works and how it reacts to him. And finally my bloodbrother. Joel is his name and he is exactly what i need to channel my thoughts to strenght and not to doubts because he sees me truly as the power i am, even without my words. When i met him we bonded and connected and saw that we were totally equal spirits who could give each other compliments that were born out of a degree of self loving that was being kept in the soul of seeing. Together with them i travelled to Spain and to France.

We travelled in the van and it was not easy. but we learned a lot about how we all are and what we need to feel blessed or even just good with ourselves.  We visited quite some wonderful places in the Atlas mountains, and i went with to the border a day beforehand to see if i got into any trouble by extending the three months they gave me to stay in Marocco. And yes. I had to go to court even to give them my fingerprint and then it was good. I could leave. A day was passed and i went alone to Spain. Trying to hitchhike to Granada for that was where we had planned to see eachother again. I thought that the van had passed Granada already and went to France without me, especially when i was stuck on the highway for four days. But there i was, in Granada with new sneakers who fitted me perfectly and 50 euro's. I left Marocco with no shoes and no money so it was quite an accomplishment to aquire such things in four days when all you do is hitchhike. I can explain. In the boat i met two woman who gave me twenty euro's just because they liked my story and they liked that i didn't ask for money. I was Hitchiking on a very desolate road and i began to explore. When i came back i saw a car by my bags. I ran on my bare feet towards the car and a window was openend. "I see that you don't have any shoes. Can i give you my shoes?" "uumm.Yes ofcourse." The driver unleashed his shoes from his feet and gave them to me. "So they fit?" "They fit perfectly and very comfortable!?" "You can have them. i am sorry. I can not take you for i am going the wrong way but have a nice day." and he took off. Leaving me flustered.

Kindness is hidden in miracles that happen when you act upon your not knowing

So i could walk along the highway to a tankstation where i stood for a day. the next day two men came to me after one and other. They both gave me 10 euro's and exused themselves for they could not take me. The girl who took me gave me 15 euro's for she loved the poem i wrote for her.

On the Streets of Malaga i found a carpet, intact and beautiful in the garbage. I paided for the bus to Granada and met three girls in the bus who i wrote a poem for. In Granada i went to the caves where people live in and found a girl who didn't speak. When i asked if she hjad lost her tong she stuck it out. She wrote down that i could sleep in the valley where she lived and i followed her. She invited me to stay but i had to leave the next day because the van with my friends had just arrived in Granada. They lost the key of the van in Marocco and theirby i could still travel with them to hot springs and the grandparents of Mark to drink wine and play chess. Slowly we seperated and Joel and me were the ones who hitchiked together to Belgium. We got huge plates of food from the restaurant above the highway and a man who walked us by when we were playing chess said "Sure, i will bring you to Brussel." The first second we got in the car the man started crying, saying: "I got stuck in my worst nightmare. I work at a bank and all my life is surrounded by the need to make and have money." He just returned from three days meditating ontop of a mountain. Now is Joel's passion meditating so they could share their love and their vision's for life and meditation with each other and i could make him a poem and complete thoughts that Joel started too bring the conversation to it's full potential. Joel did the same if i couldn't find the right words. We had felt this unity the instant we met in marocco. it is like we are more than equal with our state of being in the world and the thoughts we have about how the spirits connect to the oneness that we are. And this man that started crying wanted our help. Needed it to confront himself and the beliefs he had and who he had hidden away for the "greater good." He was afraid his girlfriend would leave him and his children should not be able to see him. Joel and i have made him realise that his strength to change the future is hidden in his tears and his openness towards his family. She had the same dreams of going to Rainbow Gatherings and live in freedom with nature. The man hugged us and cried in our arms to express that he found us Angels.


Joel and i got a free pizza from a pizza place and seperated to go our own story. I got picked up by a Moroccan who drove me to a tankstation nearby Den Haag. This Moroccan was so exited about the poem i made for him that he called his wife so that i could make also a poem for her. I got a ride to Den Haag and so i performed as a living statue and made money for the train to home. But before i went i wanted a "Patatje Oorlog." I saw a small shop. The smallest shop in Den Haag and asked if i could get Fries for free. That was no problem and she invited me to sit back with her nearby the heater and i made her a poem. I talked with her clients and she offered me more food and a drink. She said that she was going to hang my poem upon the wall of her shop for everybody to see.


This was the last adventure i had before i returned home and kissed my mother again.