Dear Madame, (part one)

It’s been a while since we last spoke. It’s been a time of doubts, decisions and self-meditation. But i finally threw the dice on table, and he is still rolling because i don’t know the outcome.

On 25 august i fly direction Alice. Something had to be changing. Slowly i was stepping toward a cliff with no future roads ahead. The hardest thing is getting your roots back after throwing them away by immigrating to the land of Oz. And i have to confess , i still didn’t found them. I’ll never be a Belgium again and i never will be an Australian nether. I belong to a rare race known as the Belgian -Australians.

The last months/year in my little farm in Loksbergen were fucking hard. I reckon this is the second time in my life the ground underneath my feet just fades away. The first time was when this weblog came to existence as a kind of self-help and to put things in perspective. The time i just immigrated to Oz and my (ex) misses decide to run away with a Aussie bloke and leave me behind on my own with a negative bank account and just a car that still had to be payed off in a strange foreign country. I could say that was an earthquake at that moment.Nowadays it was more like a slowly shifting earth movement. Since my return to my birth country things went completely the wrong way. A break up with another misses . The administration to bring my little farm in existence drove my bank account slowly from green to red no matter how hard i worked. 

A periodic time of constant pain and the lost of a few teeth in the upper jaw. My creative children funobjects and loving spermies that i brought to existence were not such success that i hoped for.  All those things drove me in a complete social isolation. I barely dared to speak because woman who occasionally tried to seduce me ran away in horror when i answered there call.

So dear Madame, i hope you’ll forgive me my long absence of my writing and creativity. I’m not asking for your pity . I’m just stating the facts where i’m dealing with at the moment. I know i’m a survivor. Damned , i survived bush fires, snake attacks , an alien abduction , horny devils, managed to piss blind in a toilet without spoiling the toilet seat and even the asbestos hell of a mining site in the outback.