Return TO THE LAPPERSFORT!

So the tides of Europe hath cast this young boy once more into the warm embrace of the Lappersfortbos, nestled in a cosy industrial sector of the cold, cold city Brugge. In fact, 'tis a quotidien occurence to hear the lament from somebody, "Why the fuck do we have to live in Brugge?".

Nevertheless, life back here is as it should be- suriving off of the waste of the industrial park which surrounds the forest and food liberated from skips. and climbing trees, of course. and doing what we please with an old dilapidated warehouse building on the edge of the forest, in order to prepare it for the festival we are planning for the first week of July. this includes building a labryinth, a chipper, a dragon, a clocktower, and everything else that goes along with those things.

Hope, dear readers, that the Calliope will yet be reunited, and with haste, for however blissful this may seem, it is all for naught when one cannot even participate in civilized banter with Tovio. Oh Tovio! if it weren't for those meddling kids you would ne'er have been entrapped once more in the bicycle caravan! Pray for him, beloved readers, for I fear that he may yet regret his decision to continue south in want of an accordion, tall bike, kayne, or stack of galvanized metal bars.