“THE BIRD WHICH EATS STONES KNOWS HIS ASS”
Kets: One of the tour dates had been canceled, but honestly a day off was very welcomed after a whole week full of talking and talking. We got to sleep, cook food, take walks and even exercise in the park. So great to have some contrast from the hours of sitting on chairs or in the car.
It was a long drive between Philadelphia and Boston. There where some beautifully green forests we went through, as well as the gray traffic jam close to New York. Later in the evening, I was overwhelmed by the two snakes of yellow and red light flowing on the highway in front of my eyes. We drove through a hard shower of a rainstorm, but finally we made it to Cambridge where we had been invited to stay in a lovely house of friends.
Sasha:
After first week of talks and intensive discussions and changing everything – talking about our talks and re-framing them.) – no one was sad that New Jersey event was canceled. We had long drive to Boston. Strong storm, nice and green outskirts north of NYC and play game when we pick a letter and keep saying names off bands starting from that letter. If you someone does not not one, the rest starts to count down from ten in their native languages (that really helps to think calmly.) and if they count zero, you out. This goes till we find the last winner. The biggest fun was to try to convince the others that local bands we name really exist. It took a minute to make ’em believe that there is a band called Kontrafakt and that it doesn’t spell with C in the beginning. Of course you can’t prove it by showing it in your iPod because that would allowed you to see many more interprets and advance you in this game and btw of course none of us has Kontrafakt in their music player.
For next two days we stayed in Cambridge – Boston, nice neighborhood where our vampire computer-geek friends live. They are very nice and hosted us great. After the long drive and late arrival to their home, there was some pasta coming for dinner, which is not the highlight yet – soon our comrades see we like it spicy and they brought out a little jar named “MAD DOG” also known as “PLUTONIUM”. I already had “ketchup” in my food (understand habanero sauce) but still wanted to try Mad Dog (read the description bellow). I took an amount the scale of a toothpick-tip and it put me out of game for some hours and the worst was yet to come when I went to visit the closet in the morning.
MAD DOG is the hottest thing I ever had in my mouth. Needed to mention is that I eat hot food! Thank you for this great experience.
Ketsi:
We spoke at the Encuentro 5 a space that is rented and shared by several political groups. About 50 people showed up and we had a really nice discussion afterwards that touched a wide variety of topics.
Sasha: After our talk one comrade from Boston – originally Greece took us around the town. It was warm I would say “nice night for walk, ‘ey?”. We saw headquarters of FBI for north East and some more governmental buildings and water front. Meeting our new friend and the owner of the van we use was also very nice. Can’t wait to see this interesting person again!