the beginning is the end

L’Âne Vert, Morocco. April 2014

The Beginning is the End

…and the end is the beginning. Being complete means being at the beginning, yet knowing that the end is not elsewhere, in space or in time.

I migrated there and I migrated back. I made my little loop, I completed a cycle. I donated The Hermit Crab to the l’Ane Vert community in Morocco and made my way back to Switzerland pulling a little cart behind me that I built by African standards: rusty iron rods and junk wheels hammered together with scrap wood and nails. I then walked, hitchhiked, took local buses, trains, and a boat to cross morocco, Spain, and France. By some miracle, my rusty cart held together until 10 minutes before getting home!

So here I am, at the starting point, without bike or crab, the same as before it even started. And yet, I have something more. Understanding of the cyclical nature of life, and the world. Birth and death is the same process. Materially, you end up just where you started, no difference. You may find that despairing, and you’d be right. The material world, stripped from spirit, is pointless and despairing. That’s why we are scared of death, that’s why we wear seatbelts. But if we look into this cyclical nature of life, we start to touch its underlying spiritual side. It is not pointless at all, or despairing – it is in fact rich, and beautiful, and deep beyond words. Like all of us, I am more than just my body. I am a cycle, and nothing will stop that cycle.

Thank you for listening folks, and may whatever come!

L’Âne Vert

Tafedna Beach, Morocco. December 2013
Walter at l'Ane Vert

L’Âne Vert

Paradise kidnapped me! I’m living a life-changing story at the green donkey a.k.a. l’Âne Vert. It’s one of these rare places where love reigns instead of money. We chill out, we chill in, we build a house, we sleep ontop of eachother, we go surfing, get high, fight Walter the Donkey, repare shit, run naked at the beach early in the morning, we even throw eggs sometimes.

In other words, life’s good and we’re living it!

Meet the Mellah

Essaouira, Maroc. Décembre 2013
The Mellah, Essaouira

Je vous présente la Mellah

Voici la Mellah, le quartier juif d’Essaouira. Leurs plafonds leur tombent littéralement sur la tête, et aucune de ces maisons ne sont abandonnées. Juifs, musulmans, et berbères partagent ces ruines en harmonie depuis des siècles.

Là-bas je me suis fait un marrant ami Francais, Damien (à gauche), qui se dit artsite-peintre roi des Marginaux. Il appercu ma roulotte de loin et, accompagné son shaman d’Ashak, m’a dit d’une voix prononcée “sympa, ton machin!”. Me voici accompagné d’Ashak dans sa maison, à droite. Il s’agit même de toute sa maison, puisqu’elle ne fait que 4 mètres carrés. Pour finir, j’ai passé une semaine chez Damien, un milieu si pauvre matériellement et pourtant si riche intérieurement.

Interesting Conversation

Southern Morocco. December 2013

Interesting Conversation

– Good evening, this is the police
– Shit (very softly). Good evening.
– Are you intending to spend the night here?
– Uh, well… you see, the night came and uh…
– We can’t let you spend the night on this land, there’s dangerous people (always the same excuse but it’s not true). Take your bike and move further on.

(I start packing my stuff to leave)

– Are you alone? No friend?
– My friends are everywhere. They include you as well as the dangerous people you talked about. That’s why nothing can happen to me.
(The cops think for a moment)
– Goodbye, we wish you a pleasant night and welcome you to Morocco.

Love always prevails!

kitty business

Mid-Morocco. November 2013
Moroccan kittens

Kitty Business

I’ll do my best to make this long story look short: Three kittens were starving on a random beach. I fed them, and because they weren’t going to survive very long, took them with me in my chuckwagon. They seemed to be enjoying the ride, but in less than one hour they had peed a masterpiece onto my rug and left the half digested remainder of their last meal all over my living-area. Lesson learnt, I gave them to a family of cats on the road who I trust will take better care of them than me. May peace be with them