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So I´m in Cochabamba again in what used to be a house, or rather what used to be a kitchen... What have I done to deserve living with a creature that might once have been gratinated potatoes but now bites and smells you down if you try to enter his domains, our former kitchen?
At least it looks like vacation´s coming up soon to the Salar and such before we undertake the enormous task of editing after the racist- ignorance-topmeet in Sucre. NGOs weren't exactly warmly welcome...Not even Wiñay Ayni Kawsay's former allies at Indymedia, for the reason that Kawsay now works with the MASistas (the politrucks) in Oruro and the MASistas aren't exactly popular with the youth-indedenouspeople-activist crowd.Which is very understandable but caused a whole lot of trouble for us and our poor unknowing videoteam who were accused of being spies in the employment of evil northern neoliberal organisations. Wierd and overradical people but I get their thing too. At least had a nice conversation with a dude from Indymedia that hates Kawsay but got our thing and Wiñays too I think. Mor perspectives on the international-aid-carousel that reeks more and more of shit.
Not much fun in Sucre, mostly wanted to get out of there but I sang the Swedish King's Song in front of an arena full of activists (sunday was the king-suckers birthday), don't know if they got the irony but it was fun as hell... His Royal Pain in the Ass would have been proud and grandma too even though I really dislike him and am a Republican.
The plan now is to grab vacations if I can afford it and go past the village where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid met their fates in a cactus-desert in Potosi, and then a four day jeepjourney through the Sala de Uyuni, the worlds largest saltflats, passing the multicoloured lagoons and volcanoes and flamingoislands in all the whiteness. Will be exiting and hopefully relaxing for the tormented soul, and I hope my money can cover it though im hoping for birthday-cash - haha, even though I'm twentysix. So birthdays in the saltdunes or with an Ayahuascashaman in La Paz... We'll see, fun will be had in any case. If I'm in the desert the cell won't work but otherwise all are free to call and sing a little tune... 00591-72271363 is my very simple number and the 6th of may is the big Day.
Then the plan is editing and a stopover in Izozog in May, then building a house in Isiporenda in June. But first I need to find a new place or new roomates, probably the first option, the house makes me a tad passive with all it's luxuries, or at least will be once I slay the kitchen-monster.
Yesyes and now I'm off home to readmy new books kindly delivered by Amazon, luxury of luxuries, basic Sociology awaiting an expected entry into Sociology at London School of Economics next spring, and "the New Hermetics" by Jason Newcoombe which will keep me busy astrally in the jungle...
Gargantuan Hugs Filled With Love,
Jonas
At least it looks like vacation´s coming up soon to the Salar and such before we undertake the enormous task of editing after the racist- ignorance-topmeet in Sucre. NGOs weren't exactly warmly welcome...Not even Wiñay Ayni Kawsay's former allies at Indymedia, for the reason that Kawsay now works with the MASistas (the politrucks) in Oruro and the MASistas aren't exactly popular with the youth-indedenouspeople-activist crowd.Which is very understandable but caused a whole lot of trouble for us and our poor unknowing videoteam who were accused of being spies in the employment of evil northern neoliberal organisations. Wierd and overradical people but I get their thing too. At least had a nice conversation with a dude from Indymedia that hates Kawsay but got our thing and Wiñays too I think. Mor perspectives on the international-aid-carousel that reeks more and more of shit.
Not much fun in Sucre, mostly wanted to get out of there but I sang the Swedish King's Song in front of an arena full of activists (sunday was the king-suckers birthday), don't know if they got the irony but it was fun as hell... His Royal Pain in the Ass would have been proud and grandma too even though I really dislike him and am a Republican.
The plan now is to grab vacations if I can afford it and go past the village where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid met their fates in a cactus-desert in Potosi, and then a four day jeepjourney through the Sala de Uyuni, the worlds largest saltflats, passing the multicoloured lagoons and volcanoes and flamingoislands in all the whiteness. Will be exiting and hopefully relaxing for the tormented soul, and I hope my money can cover it though im hoping for birthday-cash - haha, even though I'm twentysix. So birthdays in the saltdunes or with an Ayahuascashaman in La Paz... We'll see, fun will be had in any case. If I'm in the desert the cell won't work but otherwise all are free to call and sing a little tune... 00591-72271363 is my very simple number and the 6th of may is the big Day.
Then the plan is editing and a stopover in Izozog in May, then building a house in Isiporenda in June. But first I need to find a new place or new roomates, probably the first option, the house makes me a tad passive with all it's luxuries, or at least will be once I slay the kitchen-monster.
Yesyes and now I'm off home to readmy new books kindly delivered by Amazon, luxury of luxuries, basic Sociology awaiting an expected entry into Sociology at London School of Economics next spring, and "the New Hermetics" by Jason Newcoombe which will keep me busy astrally in the jungle...
Gargantuan Hugs Filled With Love,
Jonas