A deer hides, dumpster diva, and that capitalism is bad. First CRIC in-house, we come to the evening. Explained that from CRIC stands for "Cultural and Rehabilitation Centre Internship," and who wants to understand better instead look at their blog: crichouse.blogspot.com. It says in there what they would have loved.
We will be greeted nice in the old house is all a bit chaotic and warm from the many people from the tee and from the food. It smells of incense sticks. The girl with the cute face, short major and long armpit hair asks us whether we want to help out today already. "Do you want to skin a deer?" - Maybe. We say hello and take our stuff away for now.
The deer is roadkill, one of the Grundstuecksbewohner has knocked down with his truck - something of course you can not degenerate, and the animal we disassembled.
When we join them, the deer with dripping neck hangs over a bowl. "Do you need any help?" we ask. They take turns, first the coat a bit away from the breast is before the cut. How to get the innards out there now is to know but none of the three, for sure. It's dark and I think the headlights. Finally
of dining and attracts a PIPE, so everything runterplumpst dranhaengt finally with. Heart, lungs and everything else will be added to Meatallschuesseln. If I could get in the kitchen and do the lung in a separate vessel before everything is in the refrigerator. I summarize below the outside, the metal is hot.
The lungs do so in an extra bowl, but before that she still has to be separated from everything else, which means that the things I need to cut apart to attack.
can not. I can not. Very briefly, the warm flesh. But prepare I can not: who could do that maybe others? No problem.
We sleep in the car the next day after breakfast, we are working on the Bathhouse: soil, sand and straw with water relatively somehow processed into building material and shaped into something like walls. In the evening, everyone says how he or she feels and what was the highlight, I feel funny.
In the next few days we will prepare a part of the plot for Rain to listen to, and like a half hour full seriousness is a debate about whether it is fair to leave the window open rather, for those who want it, or close it, for those who are cold. We participate in the "freeskool" part, where the group tried the others - for whatever reason - to bring quantum physics closer. You ask around, why capitalism is bad and is pushing me to the felt, they do it "for us." It's not a big "Aha", "Oho," but it's the obvious things we all know. But Alex wears suede shoes and I have a Jack Wolfskin jacket, the most irritated.
begins in the next few days it rained only a little, then more and more to pour. In the car it is damp and cold, the mattress starts to smell weird and starts me for a long, long time (until the end of Cuba) to do the hip and leg pain.
One evening talking about the upcoming distribution of work, I go to that time was a bit long on purpose outside the bathroom, it will not be obligated to take part. When I get back, Alexakimu has notified us both for dumpster-diva - Yeeha.
The absolute hightlight of the whole stay will therefore still be on the same. Alex, Marissa and I drive about half past nine going on in the evening, the mattress in our van is rolled back and Marissa has maps and flashlights. She is 15 and lives for some time - of course with the parents Permit - In CRIChouse. The hair she wears short, and the rest of her appearance is similar in to that of the other girls in CRIChouse: Shaving is not that comfortable clothes and who need bras. Even if one notes that her young age, she has backfischige hormone flushes pretty well under control.
Marissa tells me the way to our first container, it is a business with many organic products and a large fruit and Gemueseauswahl, and when a silver car stands, is the owner there. But there is nothing. We grab the torches and walk the few steps to the gate, behind which the dumpster is located, Marissa gives a click and we slip into the yard, then we climb one by one into metal learn in the treasure trove. You have to look here to find the good stuff, but if one has once burrowed through the angrauten discover salad, fruit for fruit, pounds of peaches. And then also, of course potatoes, tomatoes, mushrooms, rhubarb, lemons, lemons. We put everything into boxes and then into the car, then we drive to Safeway. Pure adrenaline, I'm excited and happy.
There is no sichtgeschuetzten parking and the business has come openly, sometimes by people on the street. I do not trust me at first, because I think a camera to see and say the two, they should go without me. But they come after a few seconds with boxes of food back: "We scored the boxtower"
- Today is not anything exceptional Safeway is the only way around, but is packaged in beautiful boxes. Because it keeps me even more and run to the two, the heart beats: I'm so excited! An incredible amount of food we pack into our cars, so full that Marissa has hardly any space left after.
What we finally get home, I have - that we have everything washed and sorted - following in mind:
10l-a-cup cherry tomatoes avocados
-8 10l-a-cup peaches
-ca. 20 Lemon / Lime Cheesecakes
-3 -3 pounds Donuts
-an incredible amount of red beets salad
-8 -5
kilo potatoes
-ca. 15 filled sandwich
- not so little of the green from the red-Rueben
a banana box full of full of bananas
-a banana box with mushroom
-500g vegan pork roast (or something similar)
-7 sweet potatoes
-ca. 10 pieces roots (carrots and similar)-
a few pomegranates
apples
-15 -7 -1 star fruit pears
-10 -10
zucchini eggplant
pair of pumpkins, a bag of bagels
... and unbelievable much other good food, lots of really really much.
On the last day then we do not have much, Alex and I go to relax, walking, and he plays kalimba. We drive about 10 clock going in the morning, because we are planning another long drive to San Diego - where we are in the Meanwhile, the car sold through eBay.
create To my surprise we all drive to San Diego in a day.
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