BY FLEMMING BO JENSEN
It has been my home for almost seven years.
But every year, it becomes harder to live like this.
Running from immigration laws.
Society does not want perpetual travelers.
Walls are going up. Roads are closing down.
I am tired.
I want to stop running and leave the road alone.
And yet I also want to get back on the road and escape.
It is a strange push/pull relationship.
This Life On The Road.
