I've been on the internet for hours today, without any result.

It is all because of yesterday. I arrived late for a tadelakt workshop in a small village near Antwerp. Not because I'd left too late, but because I'd missed a small road that led up to the workshop place in Sint-Antonius Zoersel. I hate wasting time and yesterday I was wasting time as if it were ice under a tropical sun. I tried not to get too upset and comforted myself that at least I'd had the chance to listen to my friend Lien giving an interview on Radio 1. By that time I was half an hour late and still looking for Ecomat - the shop that I was supposed to be headed to. Another half an hour later I parked my camionette in front of the shop. Finally! I got out and walked over to the entrance when someone joined me. He was just as late as I was.

The captain of my hormones shouted FULL SPEED AHEAD almost immediately. Yesterday I met Kashmir and I've been knocked out all day. I've been looking for him on the web, but it's all in vain. I wish I'd given him my number or my emailaddress before I left.

I gave him a ride to the restaurant at lunchtime and forgot to pull the handbrake from exitement. On our way back Tanya Stephens was singing "Don't you know I really wanna be your girl?" and I wonder whether he's seen me thinking what she was singing.

I hope I run into him again. I hope the workshop people give me his email. And I sure hope the story won't end like It's a pity, the song we didn't get around to listen to.

I said if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah Tanya love yah
Mi say

It`s a pity you already have a wife
And mi done have a man inna mi life Rudeboy
it is a pity I say it is a pity you already have yuh wife
And mi have a one man inna mi life Rudebwoy
it is a pity Mm mm mmm

I woulda like one a these mornings, to wake up
and find your face on a pillow lyin right next to mine.
I woulda cut out the partying, the smoking and the rum
And buss a extra whine and mek we seed up a son.

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Any of you people out there who know someone from Anderlecht, approximately by the name of Kashmir, Indian looking, self employed in the audiovisual industry and anywhere between thirty and fourty, please direct him into my arms.