Lost and Full

I am a bit lost with the blog as I have very little time to read the messages of others and when I am trying to write it all goes queer ;-)  I just finished a book by a swiss writer, long time dead by now, Blaise Cendrars “Sutter’s Gold”; The story of a swiss men who emigrates to the San fransisco bay area just a litlle time before the Gold Rush, makes a lot of money and looses everything once the Gold rush arrives and finally gets crazy. And working on a piece Dreamland which is base on the theme of the Taxi Dancer, and the first Taxi Dance Hall were in SF. Just that to say that somehow the the (X)change and the blog maybe(?) does already invades me and inconscienly I am all of a sudden reading things which are related to San Fransisco.
I am extremely excited about the meetings because I don’t know anything of what really will be made, that big hole, that full space of emptyness excite me. Expectation are always higher then what’s is happening, therefore I am just getting ready to share and nourrish myself from that unknown big fucking Hole. I think in dance we are to much fullfilling thing, as the body tells so much already by the only action of being, standing.
Sending love from Geneva where there was no gold rush but there is bloody to much fucking gold here.! See you soon!!!