Bookkeeping? Me? Two weeks ago I would have laughed out loud. Two years ago my bank statements were a deep dark bloodred colored piece of paper. I couldn't and don't care less.
Last Thursday at work however, someone lifted a curtain and behind it was the financial world of our company. On Sunday I offered my sister to do part of her bookkeeping and today two people from our finance department resigned. Coincidence or a bunch of omens? If I ever become a bookkeeper I think I'll start writing poems or wear weird clothes to shout out I'm not thàt kind of number-nerd. Money makes the world go round. What power lies in the hands of people that make money go round! Sandy phone oikos ... Small chance I reckon. It's not my nature to work and think money.

Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita, old friends are the best. They show up after years of absence and you immediately realize why you liked them so much. Friday L. walked in to my local food-, beer- and bluesbar. The discourse : small talk. The message : so damn good to see and talk to you. The request : meet me again, I want to talk some more.
On Saturday we had a coffee in Ghent.
Today I got invited to a bbq at his place.
To feel welcome. All the money in the world ...