nice place in the sun, that is to say, sitting
under the porch roof. Talking to the Dutch,
a group of some ten people, learned us that
they also formed, a kind of Wohngemeinschaft.
But different. Two or three were supervisors.
And why rest was supervised, wasn't quite
clear. A nice surprise was that a gypsy with
some marijuana showed up. What else did
we do? Make music, play chess, go for a swim,
translate what the other had said. In many
languages: German, Dutch, English, Turkish
and Hebrew. One of the Dutch was completely
into Israel and wanted to emigrate. He was
hassled by a very outspoken anti-Semitic
Dutch guy, who was washing his car and
canoe. In the end we succeeded in getting
him expelled from the campsite.
The gypsy was interested in one of the Dutch
supervisors and I had to translate: I'll have
it snow in your cave. All these conversations
made clear what kind of community they lived in.
Essentially, they were outcasts and runaways
who were being prepared to eventually go live
on their own.
