This is a brief introduction to the period, June 1976 to August 1978, a little over two years in which I voluntarily threw myself to fate in Western Europe and Turkey. During this time I kept a journal (in sixteen delapidated note books), which I am now reading for the first time. I hope to edit them down to several dozen readable chapters.

During most of those two years, I was penniless. As a result, unusual, if not downright weird, things happened to me routinely.

I was trying to find myself, or more accurately, God. I’ve since gotten over looking for the religious idea of a patriarchal deity, but the idea of enlightenment still persists.

As it has all my life, the path to realisation has been thwarted by lust. Depending on the moral boundaries of the reader, there may be uncomfortable moments in the description of some of these lustful deviations.

In fact, I expect hardly anyone to read these mostly pedestrian words. They are mostly for me to look back on a time when I was free of the burdens society places on us and at the same time a prisoner of the need to survive.

To repeat a well-trodden cliché: They were the best of times, they were the worst of times. This blog gives me the opportunity to revisit them all.

Will O’Hageman

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This page has the following sub pages.

• Die, Motherfucker
• Gurdjieff says no
• A Yank in Dijon-Ville
• Fricasseed in the Côte d’Or
• Bande des Pennes
• Nice-ville: Françoise, Angel of Mercy
• Where God lives
• En attendant Godot’s sous de ciel
• Remembrance of Karmuppances Past
• Introducing Sainte Rita
• A memory of the future
• The Insect Scuttles On
• Interlude for Bowels