Interpretation of the lyrics of Strawberry Fields Forever, a tune from The Beatles has been a mystery for quite long, and many tried to add their two cents.
We think that the strawberry adventure of the WorldWalkers is a mildly entertaining addition to the discussion, even though it has a minor scope.
by FERENC IVANICS
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.
Unfortunately we didn’t pay attention to the words of John Lennon, we roamed the streets of Seville with our eyes open and especially with our ears open, looking for some job opportunity. Near the coach station a young man approached us, he looked quite abandoned and though it was early in the morning he was most definitely drunk. He started a long monologue and we put aside our prejudice and paid attention; anyone might be of assistance to you, you might be of assistance to anyone, who take part in the process, doesn’t really matter.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
He wanted to tell us two things: would have liked a sip from our red wine, and mentioned a possible job. We did not want to take him down—we had only some coke in our bottle—so we didn’t offer him our “wine”, but we asked him about that job. It was strawberry season in Huelva, they always needed hands for harvesting the fruit. Though he looked like he was in another reality, we thought a walk was exactly what we needed, so we set off to the strawberry fields.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right.
That is I think it’s not too bad.
Next day we traveled to Huelva, it was a 60 miles coach ride. When we arrived we were told that the strawberry fields are located a bit further, some 10 miles away, in Palos de la Frontera. We walked that distance on an interesting sidewalk, on a wooden structure near the river. Though it was a pleasant hike, we were alone all the way. The structure was sometimes high, sometimes low, and was surrounded by an industrial landscape. No one would like to tune in to that pollution.
But all right, it was not too bad, and it was a surprise to stumble upon an interesting statue. First it looked like a Christian monument, but later we discovered some details that reminded us to Egyptian and Central American figures. What could make a peace-activist happier than something that manifests the peaceful coexistence of various cultures? Some strawberries, maybe.
Always no sometimes think it’s me, but you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think, er No, I mean, er Yes but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Finally, we found some fields near Palos: yes, we would get a job, we thought. Then came the disappointment, the farmers said no, the local small-scale producers sorted it out within the family; they did not need more hands. Our dreams about having diarrhea of eating too many strawberries slowly disappeared.
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