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There are such and such ways to spend a holiday. The question I ask myself is: What do I want from my holiday, why am I going on holiday at all?

A holiday is a valuable commodity. I, like most of us, have had to work hard to be able to organise the numbered days in the year myself.

Surely: hard work day after day, the feeling of moving in a wheel, a hamster wheel... really cries out for an alternative! Beach, "all inclusive" seems to be the obvious Eldorado. If...

If you close your eyes to the fact that the purchased escape from the normality and dreariness of everyday life is subject to the same logic as work itself. Hamster wheel: booking, flight, pick-up, fight for the deck chair, search for the best possible place for the least possible money.

Work and holidays seem to be inseparable, holidays even seem to be a status symbol of working life! Shouldn't holidays be precisely the extended workbench of working life?

All I ever notice about these trips is that I didn't get what I paid for, or that I would have got the same thing at a nearby theme park.

Money is the engine of modern society, the engine of industry, the driver of everything... and the number one factor in a classic holiday. How naturally we have accepted (as in working life) that money is the shaper of non-working time. Isn't that again questioning the meaningfulness of such a form of holiday?

Of course you need money for everything! But the question is: is the efficient way of spending money the holiday content, or is money the means of payment to feed oneself during the holiday?

When we tell people about our holidays, we often get " Yes, are you crazy? That's dangerous..." or "You can afford another holiday....".

The answer is clearly YES, we are crazy! Yes, obviously we are abnormal!

If we look a bit into the past... Into our personal past, it stands out... When we were still naive and especially with limited income, when we still wanted to show it to the world and probably also saw bourgeois life as "not worth striving for", our holidays were quite different. It was only the pressures of society and the race for money that made holidays an activity whose memories fade faster than the charter flight home.

Do they still remember the holiday... their first holiday? Do you remember that holiday... The one before last? No?

I want to do it differently, I want to give the holiday back what it used to be for me.