9. In the Cage

When I got back to my small jail city, something important had changed inside of me forever. This change took place in a progressive way and all the decisions I took during the months after I came back from my trip to Nepal were carefully thought through.   I don’t regret anything.

The living room in my home had very similar dimensions to the house in the Nepali village, but the decoration was very different: leather, expensive rugs, parquet, a stereo with a valve amplifier and a  methacrylate turntable.  The walls filled with posters and paintings.  Lots of shelves riddled with vinyl records, CDs and DVDs and a bookcase packed with books related to progressive music and other whims (key chains, tour concert booklets, pins, Marillion coasters, Pink Floyd cups and so on).

Little by little I started to get rid of objects, but not everything of course.  First, I started to give away a bunch of CDRs to my friends (Jaime filled his boots) and after that, I started selling my CDs and then my vinyl records.  I exchanged some of my vinyls, not all of them of course, for other things.  Little by little I got rid of lots of things that I had at home: furniture, paintings and so on.  It was a way of feeling happiness I hadn’t experienced before.