DUVELS IN MY HEAD
10 September 2006, Mechelen
I woke up at 11.30 with a light hang over. I had too many Duvels last night with Herman in Gouden Vis. We talked about politics. He said that Europe is dead. I asked his advice if I should go to Japan for a residency where I 've been invited for three months this winter. He said I should go. I think I go and consider myself immigrant worker, not artist in residence. I'm afraid that my daughter doesn't learn to speak Finnish if I'm not around.
Jenny is watching tv and drinking champagne. Bert is digging in the garden. Skilift is sleeping on my lap. The opening party here at Transit begins in two hours but it feels more like a lazy Sunday.
