Donnerstag, 29. Dezember 2011

If you were waiting for a sign, this is it!

End of the year,
a few broken hearts, new found souls laughing together, crying together, sometimes both at the same time. Happily spent hours and mastered adventures.

A new year will come for sure. Its ups and downs will challenge or comfort us, but this new years will be with us and we are going to live it. All of it.

This past month was like a dream, which climaxed in yesterday's night at the Big Time Fete, which was a group organized music event. All the people involved wanted to say good bye to a past year and welcome the upcoming one. I was very moved by how many souls mixed up a this free and free-spirited event. Besides the main bands, numerous groups found together and fecundated to air with Irish, Balkan and Hip Hop to singer songwriter music. I saw happy faces with eyes wide open, sucking in the rich atmosphere of something that was unexpected to many, who would not have believed that something random could follow the natural flow in a harmonic, but excessive evening.

With all the love,


Dienstag, 6. Dezember 2011

A clever man

Today no connection between pictures and short story. Some times different things come together. Maybe they even contrast themselves nicely.

The short story: Worth a read!

A clever man

Once there was a very respectable and clever man, who walked all confident and light - footed into a village everybody referred to as „Everyday Place“. He was an absolute stranger to all the people, but soon enough the fine clothes and his cosmopolitan attitude won over most of the average intelligent inhabitants of Everyday Place. He seemed like somebody important. After quite some short time, the very respectable and clever man made himself at home in the tiny village. He sat up a store, which he called “Possibilities for Everyone!”.

Wow, that really was something! Possibilities for everyone? Even old Edgar, who hadn't had more than a dime and a ha'penny in his pockets since the last time the king had called for the taxes? No worries, the man said. I've got enough money for all of us, so I will lend it to you, if you promise to give it back in time. Naturally, everybody believed him. He, at last , was the very respectable and clever man, who had honored their Everyday Place with his extravagant presence and uncountable piles of gold. Why shouldn't they trust him and make a better life for themselves at the same time? So, it came that Edgar and all the other citizens went over to “PfE” - as the shop now was referred to – and borrowed big sums of gold to buy themselves fancy farms and fast horses. But wait! Carrying all the heavy gold around all the time can be very dangerous! Somebody might take it off you!, the clever man said and suggested he should watch over the actual gold, which was now lent to the everyday people. He had built an immense bunker below the shop, which was impossible to break into. Instead of the actual gold bars, the clever man gave out sheets of “important looking paper”, which stated who much gold each one had taken a loan on. Nobody actually had a look inside the impressive bunker, but everybody believed the man, who had seen the world, because he had authority now! Even the major had already spent some of the “paper gold” and wouldn't want to make the clever man angry, because one day even the major might be in need of some more money to borrow. So – again – all the people believed the owner of PfE. And they did not only trust him about all that gold of his, but the richer people – all afraid now that somebody might try to steal their gold – brought along their own gold bars to be securely stored in the PfE.

After three full circles of the moon, the clever man went around all the fancy looking houses and knocked on the front door. Who ever opened, all had borrowed gold from him and now looked straight in his smiling face. How it was going at work, the smiling man asked. Would there be any chance to repay the gold by now? No? How unfortunate! You wouldn't want to break your promise of repaying. Or would you? He has got an appointment for dinner with the major tonight. The major wouldn't like to hear you breaking an honest man's word. Would he?, the now sincere looking man would ask the surprised everyday man. Listen, he would then say, you'll get one more circle of the moon to repay your debt and the case will be closed, if you give a little extra – you might call it a favor to me – if you understand. Everybody understood. But nobody could see, where the heck, they could get any important looking papers together to repay the clever man of the PfE, though. They had spent it all on houses they had no need of, horses they never rode and cider they drank so much that even they themselves felt quite embarrassed.

So passed another circle and the clever man came around again. This time – though – he was not alone. The major, too, had been unable to repay his due debt and therefore had temporally given the PfE the authority over the village force patrol as an personal “favor” to extent the own “public debt”. Whoever was not able to pay up this time had to face five sets of very serious looking eyes, which were socketed in five very grizzly heads, a top very broad shoulders and strong arms. There was no smile in the clever man's face. Pay up or go to jail!, he announced.Or … you know, the house you got is not really yours... it is built on borrowed gold .The gold belongs to not you but me. Move out and go back to your crappy life and the matter will be forgotten. The house will then be owned by PfE.

The people had no chance, but to follow the clever man's “advice”. Nobody wanted to go to jail.

The clever man took it all. The fancy houses, the fast horses even stuff, which was never bought by the borrowed gold. But most importantly he took all hope and joy from Everyday Place. He now owned three quarters of the village, because most people hadn't been able to repay him. My gosh, they thought, the clever man is really rich. He owns all our houses and his bunker is full of gold! This man is very, very clever.

The clever man – though – was a very “nice” man, too. So he offered everybody another chance to turn their life into something better. But, he said, this time you know the deal.

It is easy to guess what happened next. Everyone thought that this time everything would be different. The luck would be on their side and finally they were going to be somebody!!! Nothing changed and the vicious circle repeated itself. At last, the PfE – which was now referred to as “Bank”, because there was a pretty looking bank, where the clever man always sat in front of the PfE shop – ruled over every aspect of Everyday Place' life. Even the majors house was now the clever man's house. The major could still live there. Under... you know... certain “agreements”.

Sometimes, when nobody saw what he was doing the clever man walked down to long stairs, which led to the impressive bunker of his. He would almost burst out in laughter, when he thought how easy it had been to trick those people. An trustworthy Appearance. A pretty name. A lie. As he then opened the heavy bunker door, there were barely any gold bars to be seen. Actually there had never been any gold bars from the beginning!!! All that was stapled in the bunker – neatly lined up on top of a tiny metal table were countless documents, which stated the clever man's legal claim over the real valuables in Everyday Place like houses and lands, which he would then sell to people he had lent paper gold to, only to reclaim them after a few circles of moon. Borrow paper gold, sell and reclaim again. Borrow paper, sell and reclaim again. Obviously, there was one thing missing. The gold. Where was all the gold? Why had never anybody asked to see the actual gold, for which their paper gold only stood in practical place for? How could people be so stupid?

WAKE UP NOW!!! This is nothing different from what is happening to us nowadays!

This is exactly how it all started in earlier times, when people were uninformed and scared! Today, we know better. We don't want anymore “paper gold”, dollars or euros, which are just given to us in form of credits from “proper bank institutes”, owned by a few families, to enable us to buy land and houses, which are then “legally” taken form us and claimed by those PRIVATE companies, if we can't pay back our loans! Our money has literally NO value at all! What does have values is a place to live, your family and friends, love and harmony.

I say fuck those private bankers – those few families - who rule our governments, energy management, health care, transportation and – for god's sake – almost our lives. Almost, because they don't yet! We are born to live free with pride and glory as humans – as earthlings – to respect one another and to laugh with one another. Stop believing in your money. Start believing in neighbors and the people around you and – most importantly – in yourself!

The Entourage wishes you all well-being and an unclouded mind.

Your Entourage

Sonntag, 27. November 2011

Tell me about yourself

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Today's entry contains a little video the Entourage took in London. One day and one night. Many lovely people.

With special thanks to the Spiritual Bar in Camden / London for being allowed to do whatever we want,  the Entourage wishes the best to all of you people creating things out there.

Live, Love and Laugh,

Your Entourage

Samstag, 19. November 2011


Why do you love me?

Are we home yet?

Am I old enough?

How much costs the world?

Chicken or egg?

What was it that I wanted to do?

Can I have some candy, please?

Is there any discount, if I take it all?


The Entourage wishes the best feelings and a proper health to all people reading and not reading this blog.

Love Love Love

Your Entourage

Our recommendation for today's main dish:

Samstag, 5. November 2011


You are very unique, my dear. An individual. You call such an extraordinary set of abilities, preferences and dislikes your very own. You might actually be our next president one day. Maybe, you'll just end up as another office employee in some random insurance company. Silent admiration for your uniqueness...

... open disgust.
We will shatter you hopes and eat your soul! You might call us a mob, the system or society. Formed by many - we are controlled by none. We will run you over and butcher your sweet, innocent love.
Run. Run! Noone and nothing can ever stop us - not even us. Our engine runs on foreign fears. Our hands act on collective mistrust. We are merciless and unforgiving.

My dear, we will cry for you. Your blood on our hands, we will admire you. Pieces of a superficial one falling apart - mourning - only to glue back into a random, obscure cluster of sick grey.
I beg you, please run! Don't stay and oppose us with such beautiful, silly trust. I love you so much... I want to be with you, but the tide is rising high again and so is my thirst for blood. We will hunt you and call you the devil. Your arts and ideas will burn. Your protest will be unheard. We will rape you and your filthy creativity, until your screams and sobs subside in helplessness. These radiant eyes of yours will become numb and empty. You will finally belong to us.

We love you shining star. We hate you so much

Just a teaser for what is to come soon. Some light on different views on the individual and the group in general and specific.

Have an awesome and enlightening day everybody!

A lot of love to everybody,

Your Entourage

Mittwoch, 28. September 2011


Hey everybody,

this time many pictures, but not many words. Doing something quite useless can be surprisingly beautiful.

With all our love,

The Entourage

PS: the shadows are captured at night - lampposts make love to objects