The unidentifiable beauty of gray clouds.
About three years now, we are living in a survival mode and many, here in the rural countryside of Portugal, with us. No, we’re not threatened by bullets nor are we of any interest to some secret service agency or are we being prosecuted for our political ideas. Survival mode means grasping any opportunity to finance the modern day must have’s like electricity, internet, the luxury of a car and all the costs that come with it. Avoiding hospital and doctor visits, fighting the temptations of cultural gatherings, party’s and events outside the comfort zone of our monthly fuel budget, go to the supermarket with a full flexitarian stomach, restricted by a well thought out shopping list. Being in survival mode means fixing, the according to others unfixable, things yourself. It means gratefully accept any gift offered and sharing the given with others who are excepting it for the same reasons. It means an automatic stimulation of creativity and an opportunity recognizing view on abandoned...