almostvicious
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I've lived in squats for the past two years.
It's a way of living thats always been dear to my heart and has brought me a lot of friendships and experiences. I lived in one particular squat for almost a year, so last march I decided it was time to move.
from here:
by foot. It took me a week. A lot of things happened along the way. I camped in the fields in the middle of nowhere, so I spent a lot of time soaking in the sun (as pictured here), writing about my days, and taking polaroids to send to my friends as postcards.
One night it started raining very hard and I had only packed a crappy tent so I had to go to the nearest city to find shelter. Surprise: After 10 minutes of wandering through the streets, I found another squat (I didn't even know there were that many in this country). I arrived in the middle of a party. There were gigs in the basement, and it ended up being one of the best nights I've had in a while.
The next morning I went to explore the city as an attempt to find a store where I could buy something that would cure my massive hangover. I arrived at a lake, so I spent the rest of the morning chilling by the water. (Pro tip: go put your feet in a cold lake if you want to wake up)
Saturday was the last day of my trip. 30 kilometers till I reached my final destination. Halfway through, I was at the top of a mountain, and the view was breathtaking.
(And for the sake of turning this story into something that could be in a movie: I sat there for an hour listening to the soundtrack of Into The Wild. And I cried of happiness) Yep.
It was pretty late when I finally reached the squat, and my friends surprised me with a bonfire and some beers. I honestly couldn't have asked for a better life.
Today marks two and a half months since I moved to "La Planque" (The Hideout). We may not have electricity or hot water, but we have food in our plates and cans of beer in our hands every day and I think thats fucking beautiful. For the rest, if you're ready to get your hands dirty and be a little creative, you'll feel like this is the nicest place you've ever lived in.
There are too many beautiful things in life to stay in the same city your whole life. As my father once said: Adventure awaits, you'll thank me later for pushing you out of the house. Two years later here we are, thanks dad. Book about my adventures coming soon. And its only the beginning.
It's a way of living thats always been dear to my heart and has brought me a lot of friendships and experiences. I lived in one particular squat for almost a year, so last march I decided it was time to move.
from here:
to there:
by foot. It took me a week. A lot of things happened along the way. I camped in the fields in the middle of nowhere, so I spent a lot of time soaking in the sun (as pictured here), writing about my days, and taking polaroids to send to my friends as postcards.
One night it started raining very hard and I had only packed a crappy tent so I had to go to the nearest city to find shelter. Surprise: After 10 minutes of wandering through the streets, I found another squat (I didn't even know there were that many in this country). I arrived in the middle of a party. There were gigs in the basement, and it ended up being one of the best nights I've had in a while.
The next morning I went to explore the city as an attempt to find a store where I could buy something that would cure my massive hangover. I arrived at a lake, so I spent the rest of the morning chilling by the water. (Pro tip: go put your feet in a cold lake if you want to wake up)
Saturday was the last day of my trip. 30 kilometers till I reached my final destination. Halfway through, I was at the top of a mountain, and the view was breathtaking.
(And for the sake of turning this story into something that could be in a movie: I sat there for an hour listening to the soundtrack of Into The Wild. And I cried of happiness) Yep.
It was pretty late when I finally reached the squat, and my friends surprised me with a bonfire and some beers. I honestly couldn't have asked for a better life.
Today marks two and a half months since I moved to "La Planque" (The Hideout). We may not have electricity or hot water, but we have food in our plates and cans of beer in our hands every day and I think thats fucking beautiful. For the rest, if you're ready to get your hands dirty and be a little creative, you'll feel like this is the nicest place you've ever lived in.
There are too many beautiful things in life to stay in the same city your whole life. As my father once said: Adventure awaits, you'll thank me later for pushing you out of the house. Two years later here we are, thanks dad. Book about my adventures coming soon. And its only the beginning.
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