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A Poem by a Woman
I poop. I have hair everywhere.
Above my lips and below them.
I have hair in places you always thought had none.
I have hair in places you want to visit, check out.
Chuggers in Christmas Market of UK
My perspective is limited to a view through an approximately 3mx1.2m rectangle window of the market stall I work in. Day by day I observe this piece of public space with the unimpressive and static background consisting of Santander bank, E mobile store and branded stationery up to fellow trader’s pick-and-mix sweets stall.
East European Pickers on the road
It was supposed to be the end of summer but it turned out to be the hottest autumn to be remembered. The last days of August I join my friends in Geneva to go to France, a bunch of other Eastern-Europeans, Polish, Checks, Hungarians, all of them seasonal farm-workers and restless vagabonds. Some of them had just managed to save-up their picking wages to buy mature and experienced second-hand camping vans: The Hotel Transporter and the Transit Paradise. With more folks on board they run the merrier. But they don’t run fast. No highways, no haste, only small distances on little roads and many halts. The Swiss turn back and stare: they never see such rickety things driving through their towns.