on jamaica, there are soccer fields. these soccer fields are a particular piece of countryside these soccer fields are covered with grass. this grass is evergreen and especially heady. 11.000 square kilometers teased by the sun and cleansed by the wind. from dawn till dusk there is only one question. where do we get a football and two packets of papirossen. on jamaica the birds spend the winter, they fly around the world in summer. i don't like the snow, let's go! just like the birds, borderless. but as long as money rules, it`s a long way to those birds. five years in the high north digging for oil. five years on a rusty cutter catching fish. it was worth the effort, even though it was so freezing cold. i knew it will all work out the way i wanted it to. my pockets are now stuffed with money. the caribbean sand is burning under my soles. i don't have any more worries and i don't think of the past. i saw islands also in the laptic sea, unfortunately not covered with this grass. but life goes on and someday i will stand where i started from, because my money will come to an end. unfortunately nothing solves itself. i like jamaica so much. but i must go back home again to earn money.