Nadaism is not dead

Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?

... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side

Friday, October 05, 2007

At the port to Lesvos

Ayvalik is a small turkish town at the northern Aegean connected to Lesvos by ferry. The island itself is somewhere at the horizon, amongst some other smaller ones closing the bay in which the port is. But I've got sick (just a cold and a fever) and I'm waiting.


I was in contact with some former job colleagues for some hellish tax declarations I had to prepare, and I told them about my plans to visit Lesvos. They said they envied me and wished me good luck and nice experiences in the lesbian paradise (was I looking for new adventures?, they asked). I had to clarify that I only wanted to go to whichever charming greek town and find a nice room with a desk and a view (preferably to the sea; even better, a terrace with a table and a shadow and the view to the sea). Over there I would spend my time writing, that's the reason I came here for.

When I got to this town of Ayvalik, to the port to Lesvos, and I was feeling a bit weak already, and I went to a guesthouse, it looked somewhat nice but I didnt pay much attention since I only wanted to take the room quickly so that I could leave the baggage and rest a bit; my plan was to stay for a couple of days anyway. I fell asleep for a short while, I woke up and I went to the shared toilet, and then I saw it, there it was: the terrace, there were tables on it, a shadow half wood half grapevine, and a view of the rest of the town, the red tile roofs, on the left side an old church and a minaret, on the right side the bay and the sea and the islands in front...


I'm not going to come to any easy conclusion about my targets or my dreams or the way everything ended up being so that I am here today. Maybe I still feel like going to Lesvos, maybe there's something in my imagination I'd like to find out there (to experience in there?) regardless of how probable it is I get it the way I've supposedly imagined it. Anyway I'll stay in here a few days for sure, thinking about the ferry, half sick and keeping myself warm, writing... not in a hurry at all.