Lost in London Transit


Yesterday I arrived in London with a six hour overstay and the necessity to transit between Luton and Gatwick airport.

So I thought I’ll pay a visit to Camden Market.

The first time I was there in 2001 I bought myself my bachelors graduation gift: My the red leather jacket, which became one of my trademarks.

The second time I went there three years ago, when I paid London a visit for my first keynote speech outside of Austria. Then I bought a ring for the mother of my child, which was something quite unique for me, as before, I only did so for the woman I would go on to marry.

This time I thought I’ll get another leather jacket. My cousin really loves the original one I bought back in 2001 and I kinda felt like it’s time to pass it on. So I got a new one… and some other cool stuff 🤙🏽 shit… I really shouldn’t go to Camden too often…

Especially, when there is a strike of the public transport workers. Turns out that my new leather jacket costs me about double of what I paid for when I consider my newly booked flight and the hotel for the extra night 🤣

But yeah, definitely worth it spending my night with a London DJ who became one of my closest friends during the pandemic.

In London transit…

What a wild six weeks. Really wild ✌🏽

So my Persian family and me, we are having the time of our lives with all this beauty around us and the excitement of starting a new life. And our work is picking up as well. One of my goals was to film one video by Christmas so we could apply for festivals. Well, that’s done already now.

It’s so beautiful to live with a family with a four year old girl. She kinda became my second daughter and it’s so beautiful that I can experience with her what I can’t experience with my own daughter and give her all the love my daughter really deserved.

And then, the women here… what shall I say 🤷🏽‍♂️

Some women think I’m small, fat and unattractive 😳 And then, there is the women here in Portugal 😉

Six weeks… wow, what shall I say?!

And now I’m heading back to Vienna to see my father who had another cancer surgery. But in reality the cancer is the smaller of his problems. The bigger one is his weak heart.

I’m going back to try to leverage the moment he might be open to some holistic approaches now due to the shock he’s going through now.

If this time he doesn’t wake up, that’s it… I truly believe.

And also, I will see my sun ☀️

“Papa, wo bist du?”

This one sentence she said when last met, carried me for the last six weeks.

As much as I despise Vienna, I love to return.

“Da bin ich 😍”