FMcDowell

Early May I decided to make a short visit in Sweden in order to attend an event I did not have the heart to miss out on. I put down my yurt building gloves, left the schematics to the staircase on the drawing desk and packed myself away from the accentuating Greek summer heat.

And suddenly I was back in Sweden, where I was met by cloudless skies pumping 30 degrees celsius straight to your face. An event far exceeding expectations, friends all to lovely not to hang out with, beautiful Swedish summer nights and a proposal of work and living quarters - kept me in the north for months to follow.

And some months it has been... parts of which I've seen through the eyes of the third and fourth child of God, Departmental figures on the borders of reality and a post-apocalyptic survivor in the remnants of society. The realization of roleplaying surely has left the biggest impact on me this summer. And I'm curious to explore that path further.

 

And returning to Greece. Climbing off a plane in the cool night of a late mediterranean summer. A short buss ride. And within the day of leaving the receding evening warmth and length of northern europe, I stand before fully organized and structured Eco-festival on a mountain top on Evia. And again the radiance of smiling faces and loving embraces. The sun continues to shine!