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here i sit thinking of people i can’t locate. our guests from krakow were to land in marrakech this morning. last we heard from them was just before they flew to london 2 days ago. we never finalized concrete plans, and we’re phone-less, address-less, and vehicle-less here 2 hours west of marrakech inside a rat alley warren of a walled city. our sole means of communicating is email – which means they have to find a cyber cafe to send and we have to keep checking our cyber cafe to receive.
yet somehow i expect it will all work out fine.
last december two poets (holbrook & salinger) because of bad weather and inept airlines, flew from cleveland ohio to paris france to frankfurt germany to zagreb croatia where they rented a car and drove to pula croatia. i’d given them bogus directions from pula to our little fishing village, yet somehow they drove through the unknown night and called us from one village away. we ran up to the highway where 60 seconds later their car slipped out of the dark and stopped before us. we all hugged in astonishment.
lately life keeps reminding me how much control i lost when we sold our studio a year ago. since then we’ve been at the mercy of friends… strangers… train, plane, subway, bus schedules… hotel, hostel, apartment, guest house availability… bathroom facilities… laundry facilities… weather… border guards… local customs… usually all in languages i can’t speak, read, or understand. my life used to be run my way – now it’s whatever happens to run by my way as i bob along reality’s surface bouyed by unknown currenst.
life’s a bowl of collaboration.
