Dries and I skyped with Ashley, sitting in the sunny glass veranda. Ashley was sitting in a hostel kitchen in the Philippines. There are no words for the enormity of a banal conversation like the one we had, across continents and oceans.
On Sunday, I had yet another Twin Peaks night with Natalia, Scotland not feeling that far away when I could see her eat ice cream and hear her gasp at the same over-the-board creepiness of Laura Palmer’s murderer as the one that got my own heart racing.
And the other week, Hannes told me about all the sports and outdoor clubs that he had joined in Wellington, New Zeeland, embracing the Anglo-Saxon club culture to the full.
It is difficult, being a person with restless bones. Maybe even more difficult, when your people have restless bones too. But the magic of Skype. The vagabond’s new religion.
Katja Malmborg 