Saturday, March 1
Whoever is interested to get in contact with Gambian people, especially young people and students, I would like to get in touch with Amadou Bah, who is a young, very nice and friendly man. He instructed me to do so.
In the meantime I would like to announce a colloquy held by Corinne Banora at Thursday, March 27.

Tuesday, March 4
Tomorrow is soon. I am quite nervous about going to Frankfurt Airport. I hope everything will be good. His flight and my drive to Frankfurt as well. I finished my 50 days work and started slowly my 80 days.

Friday, March 7
Yes, now we are here again. Returned from Frankfurt airport. But fortunately I don't feel like before. I am self-confident, anyhow I still hope I am.
Mobiles are lying around like small, secret boxes.
It's cold outside and I start freezing when I think of going out. We have got the car for today too and want to look for a good bed.

Saturday, March 8
We found our bed. I am worrying a litte about my writing here. What I want to say: it's just a diary. Neither a mockery nor a reality show.

Tuesday, March 11
I noticed that last days I lapsed into the habit of complaining. Being not satisfied with my situation. Like searching something and running after an idea I cannot grasp. Feeling kind of alone again. Why don't I trust the life I am in? What is wrong about it? Everything is going fine, but it's always like I want more.

Monday, March 17
Life is fine now. I am preparing for my new task at the Homer exhibition. I hope everything will be fine and I can make it good. I am little worried that I will be dressed ok, but tomorrow I want to look for something new. My 80 days work is a kind of experiment. It is different from the 50 days. I don't follow a strict concept, just respecting my intuition. That makes me feel more free and doesn't put too much pressure on myself. So that I can manage life easier without additional stress.
Today we were watching one of the Nigerian movies. Watching them brings me closer to the African way of living and helps to get familiar with African believes and habits. As I am not a born African.

Saturday, March 22
I have been working for the Homer exhibition two days by now. Everything went fine, except that there weren't a lot of visitors. But people usually don't come in the very beginning of exhibitions. To be honest I don't feel very complete up there, but I am happy to have an additional occupation and somehow I feel excited working within a new situation and different people. Actually, I should be thankful to have that one. My chances to get good jobs are very low. Anyhow, I still have a positive attitude towards life. In our society you have to be careful not to be weak. Losers are out. Nevertheless, I prefer to be open and not to hide my failing.

Since long time I haven't been to dubcircus. So I decided to go today.

Wednesday, March 26
I had a very nice session at dubcircus, but after one hour playing the bass I got tired and had to go home. I really recommend to every musician going there and benefitting from that unique opportunity of making beautiful sound.
Something I would like to state here:
I don't like rumours. And I feel very down, when I realise that I am not able to prevent being part of them. That's why I always try to stay outside. Even when I become more alone, at least I don't lose respect of myself. Yet it happens to me that people tell me something about another a person. Either I forget it, because it seems too stupid to even think of it. Or, in case I cannot repress, I try to speak to the mentioned person. Unfortunately, already then, I am part of the whole story and have to bother.

Saturday, March 29
This morning I have stayed home enjoying a nice bath. I was consulting the internet about vitamin and antiaging products. There are loads of them. I asked myself if I need them. My doctor didn't prescribe any, so I don't need them. And I think: All those modern remedies haven't been researched for long. How can I be sure that they don't provoke cancer or any other deseases? Eventually, I decided to stick to my good old yoga-class. And I am very happy about that decision. Further, I try to be more conscious about food.
The talk with Corinne Banora last thursday was very enlightening. She seems to be nice. I liked her informal way she talked about life.

Monday, March 31
I was lying on our new bed and was thinking about that anti-aging thing. Actually, most important is how you feel. And when you feel good, you look good. Wrinkles or not. Dont't let others fool around with you.
To know that what happens to me cannot be changed through anyone. What I get is not what I desire, but something made for me. Why wishing when I get those things that are reserved for me? On the other hand, when I feel I have to change something, I can change it. By being active I am able to free myself. Experiencing without expectations helps to open your eyes, see the world and deal with daily life.

Yesterday, when I felt the warm sun in the morning, I missed Gambia.

Thursday, April 3
Weather is cold again and I definitely miss the quiet life under the sun. I feel like running after some idea that is dictated by an inevitable system.
I am depressed and I hope life will become less gloomy soon.
I hate myself for being superstitious. When I meet up with certain letters or number combinations I let them colour my mood. In that moment I feel like everything is over and I will never have a chance. Or other way round I think in terms of good luck. They give me a thrill. But I would rather be challenged by people. Talking, doing things together and if necessary finding solutions.
Concerning my artwork lastly I hadn't much chance to go to my studio. So I change it from 80days to 100days.

Saturday, April 12
It rained a lot last week. I was too busy to write and the grey environment didn't comfort me. Those now called 100 days are changing again, because I'll exhibit them in two weeks at 270floor. I call that work 7 weeks - last renaming. As I said before it is more about an attempt to free myself respectively to create a work with open end.

Sunday, April 13
Wow, what a nice weather. Sunshine! Very mild. I feel great and look horrible. Pimples on my face, as well as a grey complexion.
I am very exited about the exhibition to come. The opening will take place on the 25th of April. So there isn't too much time left.

Friday, April 18
Work is little difficult at the moment. Mostly it is about the communication between those who are paid good and hide in their offices and those who have to take the blame from the users for the mistakes of the former. But then, what dampens me most, is the the chatting-up of the misused speaking ill of their workmates.

Saturday, April 19
Three days ago I was attending an interesting lecture called -green pastures- at Basel University held by Till Förster. It was about how people from Africa perceive Europe. I liked the way he described the conditions in Africa skipping the eurocentric view. He achieved to emphasise African people's look into the basic necissity of calculating their chances of survival. In conclusion he asserted that as long as the essentials are not redistributed the need for migration will continue.

Monday, April 21
Rain doesn't stop. Grey all day. I finished my preparations for the exhibition eventually and have eaten very nice fish today, what makes me feel more comfortable.

Thursday, April 24
There are some blue spots in the sky, at least. But still my batteries are down. I very much hope that I will be fine by tomorrow for the opening. By the way, sure, everyone who reads my bloq is invited....270floor.... from five to nine in the evening.

Saturday, April 26
The opening was very nice, lots of sunshine and a friendly tune. Not too many people were around. José, the galerist, told me that there were various openings at the same time. That's why. But I didn't care so much. I was much obliged about everyone who could come, as well as about everybody who could not make it, but will do it later. I will be there next Thursday, 1st of May from five on.

Wednesday, April 30
Maren is tired - hope not too private to write about. Actually, diaries are private. So he made the cooking today - private again, smile... Anyhow, he eventually forgot about my writing. We try to make our life easy going, what I prefer to making stress out of nothing. Better looking to essentials of life that are important. Being nice with each other and enjoying.
At the moment I am busy with work, which is ok, but at the same time there is nothing else to talk about. I am sorry for that tedium. Hope for good ideas to come to my mind soon.