I put my sunglasses on, I am stark-naked. Because the Spanish come to the beach as if they came to the nature, they peel themselves naked like sons of Adam in the Eden. Next to me there’s Gregory lying, naked as a jaybird. He says that names aren’t important, but just for the name’s sake, let’s call him Gregory. For example, he never names his cats.
I swim in light-blue water, a bit North from Barcelona, for about a half an hour. I swing in the waves, in the golden glimmer of the setting sun. Naked Gregory next to me. Naked Berit on the shore, in horizontal position. Foamy waves rushing against the stony coast.
Let’s dress Gregory once again. He has a bit longer hair, hairy chest and a beard. Darker eyes, pointed nose. He mostly wears darker second hand clothes (when we talk about second hand clothes in Barcelona it means the clothes you’ve found on the streets). Each piece of his clothing is of natural material because he wouldn’t stand plastic or anything chemical around his body.
“I once went fasting in the mountains for five days. I thought that if I died here then nobody would find me in years. And already the thought of some kind of plastic strips around my decaying body made me feel eerie. After that…”
For similar reasons he doesn’t eat meat because he believes into a bit deeper theory of the energy we have in food.
“If you eat this sausage then the bad energy that accumulated in this cow or pig during its painful life is carried over into your body.”
The man grew up in the USA and Southern France. When he was 17 he left home and began his journey. For years he travelled in the USA, with and without money, feeling cold and starvation, because he said he felt he had to do it.
At one point he lived in a car for a quite long, then alone in the desert. Then he worked in Alaska as a skiing instructor and then sailed around the world.
There was a moment when he started travelling with a mission, visiting different communities and communes, took part in several Rainbow Gatherings etc.
Now he knows. Gregory wants to create alternative societies. He is currently writing a book about it. What is his vision of an ideal commune we couldn’t quite understand yet. But for example his idea of a perfect family would be something that could be maybe called “a horizontally expanded family”. There are many families living together which gives children an opportunity to be influenced by more than one mom and dad. Gregory thinks that living in a classical family often raises children in a beleaguered isolation. In an impact sphere of only one set of parents van limit child’s development, he says.
Otherwise Gregory is a poet and photographer and in Barcelona he taught English. If something a bit more poetic came over my lips he wrote it down, immediately. There are a few bars in Barcelona where his photos are on show.
After a few days Gregory leaves from Barcelona, for good. This place is a bit too noisy and dirty for him. He can’t concentrate here, however he likes his siestas on a carpet put on the roof, and read books on the balcony of his adorable penthouse apartment. But when walking the streets with him at night and going from one stage to another at the Gracias borough festival he often pulled his shirt over his face. Because the smell was overwhelming. Or, when a train or police car hurried past us he pressed his hands on his ears.
I think I’ve never met anybody that sensitive.
“To plant a tree on a faraway island,” he said and tossed an olive stone into the waves.