Over the last two weeks I ended up meeting people with fairly different backgrounds.
“Louis” from Kurdistan, living in the parallel universe just next wall from Casa, hosted our family last Thursday. To celebrate the event, we ate wine leaves stuffed with rice and meat, almost breaking the guideline number one (no death animals). I say almost because the few food left has been saved over the balcony and eaten there the next day.
Then Robin and me had a quite intriguing conversation with Rosa, a passionate Mexican woman who was cooking at Hans’ birthday on Saturday. She confessed to love boring man like Robin and, even if drunk and with strong tendencies to stripteaser, she really had nice insight into things (I actually cannot remember exactly what she was saying because of the rum and cola I was drinking, but she was great and I felt very connected).
Finally, just few minutes ago, walking near Spuistraat, I almost fell into a big bag of books (spiritual stuff and do-it-by-yourself manuals, mostly to create puppets and jewelry. There’s even a book about the art of Chinese tea and I really could not avoid of thinking to Amylin …). However, I walked to the nearest bench and few seconds later a guy sat next to me. He saw the bag before and he went home to take his bike to collect the books. I offered him to share and he confessed whispering: “i’m a garbageman” intending he collects all sort of stuff from the streets. So I whispered back “Me too. I dumpster dive 🙂 “.Not sure he understood what I meant.
Eventually I chose the books I though could be taken to the Democlash of next week end (23rd of May), he took the ones he though he could sell and we had a nice chat about missing Uzbekistan, the origins of Dutch street’s name, and the fact that pens, computers and cataloguing organization at the public library has got a meaning that employees there cannot understand.
Well at the end I asked for his e-mail, so that he could eventually come to pick books-remains after the festival, but secretely thinking to invite him over dinner for the next thursday.