gastfreundlichkeit wahr_nehmend a post-ethnogaphic he/she-story


dear bobby,

the history of the dream of francesco di assisi, who mistook the erynnies with the birds and so found happiness, is changing, like my memories of China. But not my memories of you. When he dreamed, there was this lunar eclipse where I took the photo in that night, in that street, no taxi driver would want to get in, in that street, we lived, with the market in the day, covered with dust, from the surrounding abrißhäuser. Not the moon eclipse I filmed two weeks ago here in cologne. But I remember, that he dreamed, from that stairway, where his dharma_body find a way – that part of him he gave to the cat_ you will find a photo of, as I had seen her in Weihai, in the night, where I was invited + participating hospitality wahr-nehmend, perceiving, never found in this country of mine. That cat didn’t eat the fish; I could save her + documented it in my drawing. It was a goldfish, like that one you showed me in Brooklyn Park. The spirit had seen it all, down, waiting, seeing the sun again, may been it will follow_ the happening, when the monkey stolen my passport, what a monkey dance up in the Himalaya the plateau of white clouds,



drawing on the porcelain with that blue, a secret for decades of times, bringing one of the vases to France, to the place I love so much close to Uzes and the next to Ireland + to the place my daughter is born, and back to China, exchanging, with people for a song to sing.


… like the birds transmitting patterns, letting the vegetation growing, sending this sound return via internet and celebrating electric revolution knowing that those transport are visions for activating the power to move toward to see you again.


Love + see you soon

micha








He answered, that when all the birds fly back again, so much _ thousands and thousands of, the light out of heaven dies and out of her darkness a rain of flowers will fall .......



for leslie cheung + mei lan fang