There once was a place I call paradise; a heaven on earth where men and women lived as equals, shared in their abilities and their needs, worked together all day long and at night, partook in collective dreaming. It was a place where people could look each other in the eyes, knowing none has more value, power or wealth than his fellow human being, thus forming a community free of envy and rivalry. There once was a place I call paradise, and I should know; for that was where I was born. |
In his early twenties, Sarig Levin went on his post-military service trip abroad, just like all his fellow countrymen. For three years, he traveled the Americas, while Travel slowly turned into participating;
partaking into investigating and learning into escaping. America was replaced by Europe, only to be again replaced, several more years down the line, by Asia. Migrating slowly turned into wandering; drifting into vagabondage. Then, one day, you open your eyes and realize that you are traveling no longer; that this is not some vacation from life but a life choice to be living on the margins of society. That you have become an Outskirter.
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The Outskirter: life on a shoestring, is a heap of fragmented experiences, memories and reflections from around the globe, projected through the eyes of a semi-professional drifter and an inhabitant of the social outskirts, which offers a fresh perspective to life, culture and the human condition as we know it.
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This website offers a literary glimpse into the mindset of just such a character, by means of a tale that is wholly fictional. This story is made out of jumbled fragments, orgenized into chapters that can be accessed by location, theme or directly through the archive, while new chapters are to be periodically published on its blog.
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