I stay in wondering condition. I cry for Nizza. I cry for France. For my own agitation and my own disunderstandig for the world. Brexit makes me wonder too. Where do I belong under all this? Still haven’t found my place in this turmoiled world…
let’s see where I could live without love (anyway without love no option anywhere):
USA: no place for me
France: no place for me
Germany: definitely no place for me
Turkey: of course no place for me
England: no place – or yes?
Bahamas: maybe a place for me, but without money no option
outer space: maybe an idea.
I try to shop clothes. It’s hell.