Garbicz, Poland July 2020

Soul sister, blood sister, real sister.

I had been able to visit her, finally, on that piece of land she had lived on during absolut strict quarantine in Poland, with a community of friends who organize every year‘s famous festival in august, which this year’ s edition is obviously not taking place. They had created an enclave without physical contact to the outer world what so ever, and lived in almost total autarky in self build wooden houses with huge terraces as an extension of camper vans or buses. Deborah‘s amazingly self build wooden wagon by her and her friends with terrace and roof is on top of the hill in the woods, in a hood that has been named ‘Holy Shit Mountains’.

I stayed with her for about ten days, shortly after the opening of borders and had the time of my life. We swam in the lake every day, watched the horse and donkey gallop along the mowed fields, worked in the garden or sat and listened to the birds.
She was always busy painting a piece of furniture, chopping wood, cooking, cleaning or moving stuff from A to B.

I just wrote. And wrote. And ate and swam or cleaned the garden from the bad weed, especially the strawberry fields, that needed some work to be done on. The community is very well organized with turning shifts to work in all common areas. The kids run around free all over the place as summer vacation had officially started and a full moon party was a must, to celebrate all kinds of birthdays. And they are definitely real pro’s in both organizing parties and partying the hell out of it. Deborah had done the birthday cheese cakes with freshly picked strawberries, of course.

She aswell is always in charge both of the big fire on full moon and the sauna, doing infusions every other day. Some of the girls would be holding yoga classes in the late morning hours and David would do early morning breathing exercises à la Wim Hof. Unfortunately I always missed those. But otherwise, what a great fucking life! Wanna go back there as soon as I get back from Portugal. I miss my sisters always when not with them. By then, Poland will maybe have a new president after today‘s elections? We‘ll see tomorrow.

Sisterhood and strawberry fields for ever