Holidays are about to get perfect.
Ok, I did so much stuff this week. I met a bunch of persons, had amazing conversations, so therefore I will present something like a best of, which should express a mix of summer vibes and represent the time I’m having.
I also decided to write more often: How come? Since there is enough to write about.
One of my favourite guys this week was the supercool guy on the end of the phonethingi. I called in Switzerland, a intern with a superfunny accent picked up the phone: “Indian Skateboards. Gruezi” which is only funny if you’re able to speak german. I imagine him perfectly relaxed. Doing his summerjob, making skateboard on his own, always with a fine spliff in his mouth and nice music coming out from boxes above his had. There are guys cutting the wood, some pressing it together others giving it the fancy high edged design. They are like christmas elves, with sharp ears, funny shoes, baggypants and emerica-shirts. Working in the little factory somewhere on a mountain top in Switzerland producing stuff to make people happy.
On Saturday I was on a party where I praised the longboard, told the story, I suppose I must have been annoying. But people smiled, and I almoust have a gang to ride towns and hills. There also I was bedraggled by people, so there will be the thoughtfull part of this weeks story:
What is it you call home? The people there are closer to you than everybody else, in the same moment the seem neglecting your personality and individuality and not at all understanding who you really are. But to great measures, it’s your own fault. You hide yourself behind the mask that you built when you were a child. Either you’re not willing or not able to take it off. If you think you’re great in what you’re doing (to cite Naruto who said: “This is happens to you when you’re skillfull: you get arrogant and lonely) just get home as fast as you can. Speak to the person who knew you when you were a babyboy who peed in his panties or a teenager with the crush on the superpretty girl, but busy to fight his acne and his doubts about himself, you just can’t be arrogant anymore. You’re then one who you were when you left. This might be cool, this might be horrible. But at least it tells you who you are.
Please imagine badass people, real stars, at home in a family people. It makes you first smile about them, and finally about yourself and your family. Have fun doing it.


“This is what happens to you if you’re skillfull: you get arrogant and lonely”
(But never ever at home: except you’ve never left it for a long time)

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