"Talk less and listen more and ask more questions" said the baker to a german misplaced and mislead by gurus on demand, now in Copenhagen DK his only contribution to world history was the bread in the back of the van with his name. Could it be more boring it struck me but escaped didnt seem to be an option being the gurus pet I was stuck only with envy as we waved the german off on the nighttrain to Munich. I saw an opening an ran till I couldnt run nomore, december cold and grey and full of sick ghosts the indifference became a rocketship exploding in black and white right and wrong, my moral was isolated, culture individual and unity an illusion and the pursuit for answers static, I dropped out of circulation and the rope ended.