Escapism
We were on the way to the surau when he told me bout his story.
He woke up one day and decided to leave.
He sold off everything he owned. House, car, furniture, some clothes, everything. With his entire life in one backpack, he set off to Europe with his then girlfriend. They travelled everywhere. Amsterdam, Paris, London, Bordeaux, Berlin, Milan, Rome, Barcelona, Granada, everywhere. They lived together hand in hand, hostels to whorehouses, streets to riverbanks. For 3 years.
For 3 whole years they survived by busking.
(He's one of the best musicians I've ever, ever met)
I wish I had that freedom. And that stupid bold blind courage. To just drop my life and run away to do whatever the hell I wanna do. Wouldn't that just be fucking out of this world insane?
"Man is free at the moment he wishes to be" - Voltaire
(circa 2007)
