Prelog to the Prologue
This chapter should come in, after “A way out?” I started this book the way I did and I will let it stand as is, but when I reread it, I came to realise that something was missing, namely the reason...
View Article´Home´Again!
At the border in Ceuta, my pal was told that his visa had expired and that he had to go back to where he lives to get a police report. My passport had already been stamped by then, so I went on alone,...
View ArticleValencia – After Paqui.
After Paqui had died, what we called ´The Czech Republic´asked if they could move into The Rancho with us, because their abode had been torn down. The reason being that it was an eyesore, which the...
View ArticleWhat Does A Writer Do?
He writes! I didn´t feel much like writing, but I have a secret… I refuse to worry and then everything sorts itself out automatically. And let´s face it, there is nobody standing over me with a gun,...
View ArticleValencia, After Paqui II
I remember some more things about Paqui´s last days. If I repeat myself, do forgive me, but I don´t want to reread all I´ve written already, because then I might get stuck again (too painful). My...
View ArticleFrom the Birthplace of the Borgia!
There is one more thing I want to tell you about when Paqui was in a coma and then I shall let her rest in peace. It is something that I wish I could forget, but which is indelibly etched on my brain...
View ArticleDoes The End Justify The Means?
I´m happy, because I have a problem, two actually. I have found that when there is a complete lack of problems, life gets boring. And I´ve been known to go to great lengths to avoid boredom, just for...
View ArticleA Candle Burns
I am thinking of Little Ralphie and sending him light and love and many loving angels to watch over him always. Filed under: Streetlife. Tagged: a burning candle, Gaurdian Angels, ralphie
View ArticleA Day in Gandia…
This should have been posted long ago, but I did not have the money nor the time. I´m sitting in front of the Borgia church, as it is Sunday and the lottery office where I was begging earlier is...
View ArticleA Day in Gandia II…
I´m sitting on a park bench reminiscing about times gone by. In front of me on the ground are loads of broken seed-shells of what they call Pipas here. People eat them by the bagload, nibbling them one...
View ArticleLeaving Barcelona…
I´m leaving Barcelona, intent on starting a lucky streak, in search of my very own Shangrila. Somewhere in the mountains of Galicia, in proximity to the sea, I hope to find it. A haven of safety to...
View ArticleI can’t be bothered any more.
You’ve all known me for a long time and I never lie. I am homeless and sick of it. Although you all love to read my writings, when I’m doing more or less alright, you never want to make a donation....
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Filed under: From Lieven., Miscellaneous, Pause, Streetlife. Tagged: dog, From Lieven., People, photograph, street
View ArticleVisitors Tomorrow!
Once upon a time there was a homeless guy in Spain and two dear people took pity on him and took him into their holiday apartment for a couple of nights and they stayed friends over the internet. They...
View ArticleNews From Linda!!!!
From Alex Sandra: Our beautiful girl is still doing brilliantly in her new home. Yayyyyyyy!!!! A BIG hug to the new family and do give Linda a hug from me every single day. Filed under: Streetlife....
View ArticleThe Rat-race…
Brrr, I’m shivering in my soul. After almost a decade of being jobless and seven years on the street, I am finally going to have to start doing a proper job as a logistics manager again. Frankly, I am...
View ArticleThe Curse of Feeling too Much.
When I was fifteen, my then-girlfriend broke up with me and it nearly killed me. I know what you are going to say, we all felt like that in our puberty. No, you didn’t! When I told her girlfriend that...
View ArticleWhat it means to me to be thrawn…
I find it almost impossible to convince some people, who are living under a misconception, of my intentions. They keep insisting that I should stop occupying myself with my hobby, i.e. writing and...
View ArticleWhy Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?
There is a word in the Arab language called ‘makhtub` and it gives me the willies! I heard that it is mentioned in the Tora somewhere aswell and it means”It is written!” Which is to say that from the...
View ArticleWhen is Forever?
I know exactly on which day ‘forever’ falls. How do I know that? Let me tell you the story. I was in love with a woman, whom I thought was my twin soul. When I was with her, I could have sworn that she...
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