Probably all of you know that we’re in a hurry. We follow a strict schedule. Our next major stop is New Orleans, we have to get there before the 9th of July. The U.S.A. stage has been converted into a big, unpleasing race against time. It has become most unbearable recently, we couldn’t help it, had to make a stop in Marianna. The small lake was right beside the road we were walking on. We spent half a day there but it was definitely worth it.
The water is surrounded by amazing jungles, where water meets forest there are dozens of cypress trees with their typical “knees”, which are air roots. Around these roots you see small turtles and colorful fish, it’s like a huge fish-bowl.
The water of the springs is collected in a lake, even though the spring-water is cold, it grows warmer in these shallow ponds. There’s a small dam that controls water flow, and the water of the lake is drained into a shooting stream. You have to be careful no to be dragged on by the stream, it can be dangerous.
So, half-a-day of pleasure. We become children again. I’ve seen our wrinkles growing and growing deeper, the pouches under our eyes getting heavier during these last days. Our morale has been on the slope as well due to the strained march and the cruel weather. I’ve been thinking about that it’s too much, that maybe our background supporters who help us get the message to you, well, maybe even they could not imagine that we are giving all that we can, that we’re living on the edge of insanity.
We needed that afternoon, needed it to wash away the burden and tension of the last few days, to prepare ourselves to the next days, which are not going to be any better than the previous ones. Probably not.
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