London @April 2011

Saturday evening, surfing the tube toward the north of London, again the micro universe opend its ports: the tube experience.

For years, inevitably, I already used the tube within London for changing places and words and fragrances and spaces and subcultures and theorems and sounds and memories and prophecies and continents and tastes and images and deepness and openness. The tube has been my vehicle of transgression, even at the first glance absolutely not spectacular, but repetitive and, therefor, persistent, a way to come somewhere else. From Boomsburry to South Harrow, it is not a journey, it is, indeed, a shift of Weltanshauung.

Meeting the family of my oncle for dinner, it became obvious, I was travelling through places and times. He, at his end seventhies, may be less or may be more, immediately timeless, was as cool as ever. Clear visioned toward surrounding worlds ( cave: world with s), with a deep insight in our secrets we are not aware of them, relaxed in despite of time, living in many dimensions and as a person very nice and agreeable. Mr. Tayeb is convergence of pure awareness ot today, culminated histories, strange stories, adherent to the past, which is reality / illusions/ intensity. Witnessing early mornings of birth in those old times (in his case mine, and many other), days of joy and sadness, nights of nostalgia, the wind, and the breath. He is a kind of extension of our memories under the passionsless passing of times we experienced and inevitable transformations of places we lived in.
London @ April 201

At the backyard of the house a group of Indian people are laughing loud, together, rythmic and impulsive. The sun is shining.

On Saturday,while the sky was dry and bright, calm and without traces of regret, London was beautiful ( or biutiful, as Mexicans would say it).

















































I met my friend Javier G. I., who is attending a workshop on issues of climat change at Oxford University and now in London City, living in La Paz in Bolivia. First time met 1991 in a small pub in central Berlin or may be in an elevator in the building of National Library at Unter den Linden in Berlin or may be in our dreams, which already keep working, who knows.

Last time met almost twelf years ago in Bonn, during a spring day.

He was leaving Berlin 1995 after some years of stuying technological stuff at the Humboldt University of Berlin and mostly and predominantly having been on a seemingly endless wave of words, signs, sounds, images and joy. Our meeting in London at Soho Hotel was just a
"Wiedersehen" as if we talk regularly at some way, time is never a gap. We have seen each other after twelf years and kept talking exactly in the same mode as we did it mid ninethies in Berlin Prenzlauer Berg in Duncker Strasse or somewhere there. There was no incubation time necessary, no preparation, introduction or BlaBla, just starting to talk on those isssues, on wich we had have talked in those days.



London @April 2011



Foremost, London is diversity of gazes.