Today I told my landlady that I am going to leave the apartment. She asked me when and I couldn't really tell her - only that at the latest on the 21st of November when my current renting month ends. I don't know where I am moving yet but I feel certain that the place will have lots of trees and the ocean nearby.

I feel I don't belong in a big city like Barcelona. I like it to be close by though because it is a wonderful city. I want it to be close enough to be available and yet so far away that I can get the peace and quiet that rarely exist in big cities.

I want the night sky to be dark, to be able to see the stars. I want it to be cosy when it rains and not just a wet city where traffic goes crazy because everybody is running scared from the rain. It seems like Spaniards think rain is dangerous. Well maybe it is in Barcelona. It is not exactly clean drinking water falling from the sky. I remember Tim (the Australian who I sailed with from Copenhagen to Amsterdam) told me how they would gather the rainwater and drink it down under. It seems unreal. And yet so many things that should seem real seem unreal in this world of technological wonder we have created.

The point: I am moving out of Barcelona.