As i now have a real reason to end, or rather write properly, my other material.
Which has organically developed over six months. Unplanned. And has become only joy: Meeting and speaking with many Europeans as i meander the track...
Often deep and intetesting talks. Neutral. Open. Honest.
'Lofty intent' as per the Polish etymology of the word ' sublime'. Being 'real' in fairly common parlance, in this hardest of nuance based languages. This one.
Walkers or hikers have an understanding of a sort of code: honourable and sincere. No bullshit. Keep ones' feet on the ground. All are equal on ' The Path'. All are equal. The Information - shared, must be honest and straight.
Me, no direction, except towards purpose. Except i didn't think it existed in Stepford ( 'wives' a cultural reference) - on -sea.
It .. was finished. I had encountered more than enough life afirming people, talking sense, to maybe write it up in a better book than Maybe's rather fey Nature Cure... not that i need curing of anything, thank you...
I write proper pages and paragraphs in a new contained diary of my days. Elsewhere. And try and translate a many year 'mode' into something more specific. Finding a language for it.
And just when i am finished, and on a very last meander...
" uhh ohhh... what do we have ahead? yet another overdressed show off... mid summer ... well not quite, but... god keep your eyes down they all make me feel ill, thank god there are many remote parts without daytrippers"
this one moves, ive never made a 'gif' before... but its worth learning a new trick....
Because i have never met such a perfect communicator, and finest pair of bright eyes, ever... and such a real, laugh.
All three, perfect; but, someone has to change this weird world, and all three know whom, one day, that person may just be...
Because you have to be comfortable in every bit of your skin, and fancy dress, and superb mind, to stand a chance. Never mind be quoting her hero - no not thectragic Pilcher, but Shakespeare, at me...
With hardly any of her mother-tongue, German accent.
And not even a nuanced sylable of self doubt. Without a sylable of arrogance, either. And without the ubiquitous " you cannot say that, its upsetting", seemingly every mother tongue here seems only able to parrot. With a hiss.
That long 3000km road trip by foot in the wilds.... has ended. In perfection.
This, waffle....still tons to fill in. Another day.
