I have a mosquito net and a bed on a table.
I have a peacock's quill and a fragrance of incense.
I have a job; blood, carcasses and a pain in my muscles.
I have a day off; comic books, juggling balls and a devil's stick.
And for a moment I have a home, on a shed of my friends.
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A travel diary of a storyteller's journey from Helsinki to Uluru and back
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