I spent the last 3 days doing some great things with the distinguished gentleman, Lord Matthew Cowan. We met up with with our new new friends, Silvia, Galia and Ivana in the Ghetto. We had a relaxing time talking about the usual things. Such as Bulgarian Folk traditions, how if you don't look into someones eyes when making a toast you have six years bad sex, and Wasks. (a cross between a wig and a mask). The next day we meet Ivana and go to the mythical island of Eurasmus, where we lose a dog and the lord sits on the mythical white sofa. Later he picks the dead leaves off rose shaped salad leaves and I smoke a cigarettes by the canal and wonder how I ended up in such a wonderful place. The farmers here are delightful and Ivana is the most special guide two people could ever ask for. The dog turns up and is chased down the garden. On Friday we visit the Pinot collection of art in Venice. It's all about sex and death. My Hard drive on my computer breaks. I wonder if this is all connected in some way. I am at first quite upset and then I realise I still have all my photographs here saved somewhere else. I take a deep breath and eat a meal cooked by the lord with the vegetables we brought on the Island yesterday. The lord talks about the past and I realise my time here is now limited.
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