You, a bed, the sea ....

I found a cassette tape with a spoken diary of a Greek girl some months ago, in the streets of Amsterdam. At the time that she recorded the cassette, she (I call her Eloise) knew the way to Shambala. No doubt about. And a one way street it was ...: "I don't want nothing, I want nothing for my life, I just want you. You, a bed, the sea, some dope ...," Eloise - almost - cried. That was fifteen years ago. Eloise recorded the tape in 1994.

I wonder whether Eloise found her 'Shambala' ... [ Click to read "You, a bed, the sea ..." ]

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