In about a week I am off. My house is sold and empty. My personal stuff is with a friend. My adress is with a friend. What I have is a Bus. An old Bedford fron 1966. As it looks from the outside. Everything is made new. Motor and the inside. It is a perfect home. For me. Now. So we are off. To Infinity. To Hell? To Heaven? To adventures that is shure. He´s big. He is named Motus or Motte if you are close, and he is 8 m long and 2,5 m. We do like eachother. Not only because he works like a clock with a Volvo diesel TD engine 5 l, but because he has a Sauna. In which you put real wood... and they burn... So we are on good turms. And I have what I need in any possibly way. As a home. As my new home Mr. Motus is giving me what I want. We though have a long way to go, to get this live of ours. So be. So shall be.