On the stone in front of the kitchen of house 2 it is written:
"How to respond with life to a system that produces death?"
“Listening to punk rock,” he replied.
He is the only person that, at the moment, I feel like talking to in here, or rather, making small talk, unpretentiously. And he is perhaps also the person who has the references, taste and repertoire lifestyles that are more different from mine, compared to other people here. “We have nothing to see”, at first I might think and I guarantee that the majority thought, thinks and would also think in relation to us. But having the desire and pleasure to talk to him at this time when I'm sick and exhausted from everything, shows me that this first impression is totally wrong, and that the “majority” really makes mistakes.
How can differences meet and create hitherto unthought-of synergies? Where do I access it and does it access me? What made this possible? I want to think about it, it interests me a lot
hypotheses: we have similar values, the humor that crosses me, I like his openness with things (perhaps he has to some extent a similar openness, or I would like to have one), I admire his authentic way of being. I feel comfortable with him and he feels the same way with me (hopefully) and I think that's because I trust him and he, in a way, trusts me. Trust is the key to access, I already understand that. How to gain trust is another thing. Depending on who, the differences that separate, everything gets rougher. This is where I have been most committed and what has been most challenging, most difficult and most beautiful too.
A dance.
