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A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Seven - Metronome

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Seven - Metronome

I’ve laid out what happened on the stage as one of my interviews. Our conversation fits the format, although written down there may be some confusion. I assure you everything is verbatim, and made sense at the time. The answers are there, but you will have to find them for yourself.

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty-Four- The Man Who Wasn’t There

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty-Four- The Man Who Wasn’t There

You might think based on last week’s blog that the mountains are as wild as the desert. This is not the case. Soon we drove past cottages, some even with cars parked outside. Some in Nadada still travel by standard methods.  But where? To Duchamp to do their shopping?

A Year In Nadada: Week Seventeen- Reflections On A Castle

A Year In Nadada: Week Seventeen- Reflections On A Castle

In recent weeks I have realised how you only see a tiny fraction of Nadada in these blogs. Admittedly there is a lot less admin than I was expecting from The Kandinsky. No need for health and safety information out here, and all the money gets paid into my account for the return to the mainland. If you ask to see the accounts, the payroll staff open up a large glass casserole dish, a haddock floating inside, and say that those who wait around long enough can find out anything they want. I’ve no idea if this is a joke or not.