The other day I was sitting in one of all the round houses of the comunity listening to Chamalu as he spoke of the meaning of life and the thought struck me -how the hell did I end up here? Here is a small comunity in Cochabamba, Bolivia which is run by indiginous believes. It is a place where right now ten people from all over the world are living together runing an ecological farm and trying to keep the old truths alive. The place was founded and is ran by a shaman called Chamalu, a man who has written about 50 books speaking in a way that reminds me of Osho. Shortly put this place is amazing.
Here life is very simple. You get up in the morning and do some work on the farm, or in my case mostly in the kitchen, after lunch you spend about 2 hours watering the grass so that life here can continue. This is a place where the key word is freedom. Possesions do not excist here and the one thing people ask from you is to be yourself. And the people who live here are really cool too, and I now know enought spanish to actually feel like I’m part of what’s going on. 
I guess how I ended up here is not as important as the facxt that I am here now. Travelling through Bolivia to Copacabana, meeting millions of Argetineas, out of which one looked just like the Che, getting seriously food posiond by some mysterious pasta and watching a man get robed on the street are now all things from the past. In the future I’m gonna go and by 25 oranges for less then a dollar and go back to the comunity to see where life takes me. But that’s in the future that is not relevant either. Right now in this present moment I am writing to you to let you know that no matter how it migth seem or where or when or what the truth still remains, I love you.
