The first Companion Craftsman (or rather craftswoman in this case) I met was Kurela, a German stonemason who happened to be living in the l'Ane Vert Community, Morocco, to help us make stone paths and stairs. She convinced me straight away. I realized I had to learn from more experienced people in order to help build a better world with my hands. One significant way to help the world and its people is to build shelter for those in need, and know-how is a jewel. So I left my hippy life in l'Ane Vert, not without a touch of sadness, and joined the school and community of the Companion Craftsmen. They sent me to Nantes, a city in Brittany, North-Western France, with the mission of becoming a roofer.
I finally spent one year following the schedule offered by the School of Companions. It was rich in learning, but especially rich in relations. I lived with so many people with whom flowered beautiful friendships - deeper than anything I had imagined before signing in to this cold-looking city life. We would spend all day learning and goofing around at work, and all night tripping out. What a life!
My lesson is learnt, and India is calling me.
Thank you for listening folks, and may whatever come!
I get to the ticket office of a bus station near Chefchaouen. The man behind the desk pays no more attention to me than to the big joint he was rolling right there.
In other words, life's good and we're living it!
I’ll do my best to make this long story look short:
Basically, I found three kittens starving on a random beach. I fed them, and because they weren’t going to survive very long, took them with me in my chuckwagon. They seemed to be enjoying the ride, but in less than one hour they had peed a whole masterpiece onto my rug and left the half digested remainder of their last meal all over my home. Lesson learnt, I gave them to a family of cats on the road who I trust will take better care of them than me.