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  1. I love this so much. I grew up with working vagabonds, they came into our village, they worked on the farms for a few days, earned their bread and a place to sleep, then they left and explored the world some more. They fascinated me.

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  2. I took it in a more symbolic sense and thought of all the trips I have taken and hotel rooms I have stayed. How being away from “settled life” makes you enjoy simple sights and feelings that you would overlook in everyday routine. I just loved this.

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  3. I must confess these comments surprise me. None of you ever experienced this kind of life? No, it doesn’t really take that much courage. (And you don’t have to be a man.) At least not this side of the Big Pond. A sleeping bag or a tent might come in handy.

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  4. I also, like Claudia, took it in a larger context. Some people spend their whole lives in one community, even one house. “Home” to me is an elastic concept, not tied to any particular residence. Bread cheese wine and good company will do. I think your words express that well. (K)

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    • Yes, “home” is indeed a far more flexible concept than most people give it.

      A blog post I wrote over three years ago quoted a Guardian article on Czech photographer Josef Koudelka, who was floating around in the back of my mind when I wrote this:

      After the Prague pictures established his reputation – or at least that of an “anonymous Czech photographer” – Koudelka left the country on a three-month exit visa to photograph Gypsies, a project he’d begun in 1966. Failing to return home at the end of that period, he became stateless, a status he craved the way others yearn for money or fame. He felt at home in exile. All he needed, he insisted, was a good night’s sleep, plenty of film, and time. Everything else was a seductive distraction: the less he had, the less there was to miss. “I needed to know that nothing was waiting for me anywhere,” he has said. “That the place I was supposed to be was the place where I was at that moment, and that when there was nothing more to photograph there, then it was time to leave for another place.”

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  5. Deep down, many of us, I believe go through a stage of wishing to live the good live, to roam free and wild, but sooner or later that dream is shattered by new worldly needs and that means…you need money to be free. I wish to meet that vagabond with his hat and wine some time and have a toast together. Who is up for it!

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  6. 3 colleagues and myself just did a sponsored over night sleep rough in a church porch (9th Sept) to raise money and awareness.. not something I’d want to do on a regular basis no

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  7. This reminds me of the hobos my dad told me about who regularly stopped by his house in Houston TX for food when he was young in the early decades of the 1900’s. The idea of home being a moveable feast for all kinds of people appeals to me. Great post!

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    • Thank you. Growing up, my father had only a few albums around; one of them was Roger Miller’s “King of the Road”. As a young kid I was fascinated by Miller on the album cover depicted as a “hobo” with his possessions in a bandanna tied to a stick he had slung over his shoulder.

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    • no problem…i feel the same way about reblogging others’ posts, (although i do remind myself that people can choose not to have the reblog button on their posts so there is seemingly implicit green light to reblog)

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