“We are pretty screwed right now. In two weeks we need to leave the room and there is still no real job in sight…..”

Vil lights up a cigarette and inhales the smoke deeply.

“We had worse. You remember last summer in Gava or Sitges? Homeless, sleeping for months at the beach, under bridges, stealing Wi-Fi, running from Police and Security, most of the time broke, hungry and the thirst was the worst. Now we are not hungry, we have a bed and it’s warm.”

“And for how long? This is no stable situation. I am a bit tired about the uncertainty, the fuckups and all the unnecessary hazzle, I could use a bit more ‘silence’ and less up and down in the ‘roller coaster called life’.”

Vil continues to smoke his cigarette and the curly smoke shadows blue.

“I started to apply for jobs all over Europe. Let’s see who comes back to us. Maybe we need to leave Spain and go somewhere else.”

“And what about yesterdays interview. That was a job in Barcelona. The recruiter sounded quite impressed with your cv and he said that you would be a perfect match for the team.”

Vil is not very enthusiastic.

“Yes, he sounded interested, but who knows? There are plenty of younger and cheaper people out there, which are also applying for this role. All the time I am ‘too qualified’ or the manager suxx.

We are in Barcelona for around ten months and we are still fucked. We lived in five shitty places and I had already four jobs. The combination of stress at home and stress at work is no good for me, you see how that ended the last time. I needed to stay in the ICU, vomiting blood and you needed to stay with crazy ‘Mr. Hauptmieter’. No fun at all!”

“If you would have been totally healthy, all that wouldn’t have happened. I understand your frustration, but now you know why you are sick all the time! Now, you are not sick every morning, you don’t need to take so much medicine, you feel better and the power is coming back. Isn’t that more important then having a job?

Job is no problem and living at the beach wasn’t too bad. I miss swimming in the ocean in the morning anyway. “

“But we might need to go to a place with no beach, much less sun and maybe horrible food. “

 Indy:

“That sounds very bad, but we will still be together. I promise, that I will be with you all the time. We are together for more then five years, we traveled thousands of kilometers, we lived in Germany, France and Spain and I won’t miss a moment.

I know that it’s very hard to find a good room for us, because everyone loves dogs, but no one wants to house them. You needed to pay and organize all the time and I am very thankful for that. You are my best friend, forever.”

“You have a cold nose.”

“I know.”