Jesus.

Some things in life can not be measured by the amount of paper with numbers on them said the Russian lady who gave me this at the fleamarket. I thought she was right and I felt embarrassed for asking the price. Her gesture made my stomach warm and my knees wobbly.

Now Jesus lives in my room, above the table.

I feel calmer and will leave my love under his eyes and escape.

To an island with no electricity and twenty French men.

But do not worry I will be back.

In three days.

It shallt be grand.

- E