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hey ok, im sitting in a room with chester sara honor and ed. how did i get here? shut up.
so we left berlin. waved off by a dude mocking our laughter singing ¨money money money you´re a primitive girl´and chanting ´no style, no brains, fuck your sister´at us. great guy. at the train station an ólder me´as ed says was singing no woman no cry with his massive yamaha keyboard replacing the chorus with ¨no husband no pain¨.

got some rides from

- monotonous business man number 1 did stuff in cuba
- monotonous business man number 2 forgot his life but we went 280 kms an hour, no joke
- berlin writer berlin fan number 2
- young dude moving circus school with a house he built on the back of his old merc truck
- fully sick french dude
- silent swiss busyman
- super happy moroccan family man

we met two hitchhikers along the way

- forgot his name, turkish-canadian, studies economics, gets life lectures from older turkish men at gas stations questioning why hes living like that.... after they buy us coffees and wish us good luck

- mark, english squatter lives in barcelona, rad guy, likes computers and punk. really good car conversationalist. hes letting us stay in his squat for the next week or so, great place two floors in the middle of the city with a rooftop.

learnt stuff

- french jocks at mcdonalds in service stations like trading cards and mocking people for not being french
- sleeping at service stations is worth it only for the feeling of waking up and seeing families half gawking half protecting their children from your unconcious body at 10 am
- sadly, blastoise isnt actually as good as feraligatr
- real people are really fucked
- pick up hitchhikers when i get a car

since getting to barcelona we met up with the kids (elliot, sara, honor, james harkness, and chester) and went roller discoing and the bar across the road from jems.

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