I’m in a sleepy old town in La Lozére region of France. Saint-Alban-sur-Limagnole. I arrived like a can of coca cola. It’s not easy to get the city-fizz out of my brains, it’s been running through my veins for thirty-two years. I tried to post my road movies leaving Barcelona, but from sleepy little Saint-Alban my videos don’t go through.
I’m surrounded by green.
I have time.
I go for walks. I spend hours alone.
I live simply, in silence, I can write. I can think!
“Thinking is a luxury!” A philosopher once told me.