Picasso and others catalan modernists and cubists, moving to figueres to observe the mothers taking pictures of their children in front of Dali´s ceramic penises and stuck with needles pussys, when the children asked about the explanation of what those objects actually are they usually got an answer a -”ehem….it does not exist its just surrealism, made up world, you know” … hitch-hiking all around france, eco camp with people who have naive ideas about changing the world without even digging deeper and looking inside that world, nice, and fun street action, liberation from the camp, amazing dunes, beautiful atlantic coast, pyrenees, struggle against the clutches of depressive isolated atmosphere, loosing interest in gardening, searching for creative inspiration, finding it in stress and misery, almost reaching the top of the mountain, giving up without caring about it, meeting 300 sheep, going back to the depression, doing firepoi in the cloud, leaving for Marseilles and collapsing in pharmacy just before the road, hitchhiking anyway, reaching Marseilles and renting a scooter to have a cliché french experience, figuring out, that the island we live on is better that Marseilles’s coast, going back fresh and ready for new discoveries 
