Last Summer.

I am in Turkey. I am close to the sea. Whilst listening to a choir of birds, dogs, cats, insects, wind and the Imam singing altogether at night, I am dreaming about walking on the paths of some old ruins by a river with a group of unknown people. I leave the group behind to go down huge old stairs that are facing a river. A Caravan of all kinds of animals passes by welcoming me by talking in all kinds of languages before they move on. When I come back to the group of people, they look repellently down on me and move away. I think…now that I can understand the true nature of it all, people will not talk to me anymore.“ Waking up I ask myself why I should ever feel lonesome when nature is within me.