I´m not a Clown I´m not eating fire I´m not juggling with fruits I´m not always happy I don´t love Circus I don´t present you a perfect world (cause it doesn´t exist) I don´t want „no home“ I´m not an entertainer I´m not proud I wasn´t fascinated as a child I´m tired I´m old I´m not interested in seven clubs I´m the best I don´t care I just do I don´t choose a character I am a juggler
„I can juggle 7 balls in every until now existing pattern or variation in the world, nonetheless I can´t buy food or pay my rent. I don´t even allow myself the thought of marriage children or a home that belongs to me. So I surrender. Only in rare cases will I go on stage and only when I want to and the audience is worth it.
Today is Feb.18.2004 I´m leaving stockholm in 3 weeks. I look like a beggar. I have no friends and no home where I could go to. I have no clue what I´m gonna do but nontheless I´m happy and to me it seems like I´m the only person in cityterminalen that is „free to smile“
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