Upstairs Dreams

Upstairs is sleeping. Its awaiting Joanna replying from Brazil, Valeria comming back from Roma, Joachim to go back to work after the first week of resting and juggling sideswaps this year.
Upstairs is stretching its legs and is looking foreward to see us all next week.

Upcoming from me will be a page about my reserches in colours.

And from Vale and me a page about our the trial of an project to extend Upstairs down to the black continent. Down to Tunesia, following the passage of people trying to find a way into our golden cage, comming from sicily out of that country enjoing being regented by this nicely roughed mafiosi. Or perhaps we dare to go to lybia where loads of people comming to our rich but guestunfriendly table.

Unfortunately we dont have a proper ship as the people are comming from there. We only have our coloured dreams. And we got some ballons and some plasteline (we call it fore some reason we dont know ourself pongo). Pongo multiplied with coulored ballons is about the syntesis of a children dream.

So we will build a seagoing boat out of our dreams, pongo and balloons (shouldnt be so hard), attach somehow a motor to it (thats the only thing I as an engineer cant even immagine now how to do it but i`m sure we can find out) and we will do that passage hopefully next year.

a warm huge to all of you,
wish me good luck and a clear mind or whatever for the weekend

Jo