Where Are my Pals?
Twenty Boys will never play together for 20 years.. well, this is a very rough translation of a saying in Yoruba... which connotes that no matter how closely knitted, human beings who grew up together would not be able to live together, or interract all through their lives. The fellows in this picture were my closest buddies in 1993, when i had some months of educational programmes in Staufen near Freiburg in 1993. We were the hippies in those days.. when we entered any restaurant or bar ... gaaaaawwwd!!! (we did have a go at nearly all of them in that small village-town...) the whole house would crumble.... those blood-eyed boys have come in...!!! we were noisy.. intelligently so..... boisterous... decent about it.... we stirrred more than enough trouble to last the town a whole moon... but we were also way upbeat in our studies. Since those days ( i recall it was in the heat of the June 12 debacle and i had to return home unplanned because my employers thought i ought to come back to