With watchful eyes and the love surrounding her, it’s Tina, who is on her way cracking this lovable Bobo nut. I don’t look like a stupid chicken, she thinks, looking in the mirror, where she saw her blond hair complementing her round face. Small-pored skin is always a good sign for neat appearance and inner balance. Everything is all right, she is pleased – pore to pore. Nevertheless she feels a slight swelling in her face, when curling her eyes down to her Throat Chakra. Too bad, I can’t peak into the microscopically small that would be the purest of all perspectives, she regretted shortly. Anyway, back to the actual problem to solve, Bobo. She recalls her experience that collecting is a pleasure, which inherently quite a lot of people enjoy doing. Lapsed in the ban of desire and delighted by the lust to hoard things. Each object is associated with memories and stories that the owner can bring back to the present by touching, looking and smelling. Well-being and enjoyment of life is the most important essence of happiness, so therefore man must be his own best friend. Considering this, she geared towards the kitchen because her stomach started growling. She’s hungry as a wolf. All Fresh and saturated, she takes unmeasured time off and withdraws in her beautifully crafted Buddhist space. Years of training and master classes devoted to emptiness, is what she learned. It is in these hours that Tina overcomes a lack of energy or imagination, transforms her forces and plans the next day in advance. Epicurus – purrs she in her sleep. A lion’s head drifts through the dreamscapes, Toni appears. As she woke from her sleep out of her refuge, she utters an erratic “where am I”? – all was lost in darkness because she woke up very early in the morning. Things, rooms, the TV-Channel, her Team, a body, too stiff to stir. She sought to unleash herself to tap out the drowsyness, reconstruct to give a name to what had happened. I had put old to new, designed one into another room, that I had seen in the dream before my awakening. A small pressure on the windowpane, as if her thoughts would have triggered something; she heard a soft lightweight stream, like a flow of sand grains that someone drisselt from a higher window. The soundwaves spread, becoming rhythmic continous fluid – its raining, Tina thinks with a pleasant coffee smell in her nose. During her routine morning toilet she wonders a little bit about the hullabaloo of her night- dream- thoughts. Bobo is Tina’s 3rd Hoarder Reality, whom she had chosen in a pre-selection of applications in accordance with the editorial staff at the TV-Channel. The previous Hoarder Realities were to the extent of the clutter and hoarding a lot worse, than this one, but yet in many ways less complex.

On the 3rd day in the mornings, Tina and the team met at Bobo’s House. After some phone calls with the editorial staff at the TV-Channel and several telephone conversations with the expert for the “valuable debris”, she proves she can concentrate on the outside, even after the nightly overtime; Keeping a healthy Buddhists mind. With loving kindness and commitment she will be active in the Bobo world- all in the service of others. Or like sailors, actively navigating between swirls and cliffs to make sure that everything of value out of the pile of crap, is saved and sold for good money in behalf of the troubled collector and with Tina’s contacts. For this purpose the rennouned expert was asked to join the team – a buying setting symbolized through a ShoppingCart. The consultant rapidly begins to explore the room with the more valuable pieces. His experienced eyes see an old sword with a beautiful handle and chiseled on the blade. It is in excellent condition and according to a spontaneous estimation from the late 19th century. That’s already something; he will determine later the exact value in his hand book for weapons. He even has a buyer in mind. It is always the same, he ponders, the moldy smell as a base note mixed with sweat odor of old clothes passes through the bedroom, which is next to the room with the valueable things. While the expert examines a flashy, in attack mode kneaded cat. Tina and her team is all over to fill the container with the most grossest stuff and to organize the dumping. To get Bobo out of their feet, Tina sent him to the expert in the room of treasures, so he can say a few words to the objects. Where did he get the beautiful old sword and what is the history of the flashy cat. Also, the expert is very excited and interested in the car fender-looking sheet metal part. Bobo didn’t hesitate a minute, because he sees an opportunity to get something out of the whole thing. As a collector it is him, Bobo, who now plays an absolutely essential role. He might have been downgraded in his love life and his heritage, in this realm and on this occasion he occupies the leading position, when it comes to the merit and the description of the origin. “Yes”, he says somewhat breathless with sloppy pronunciation, “I purchased it at an auction”. He no longer knew what he paid for the antique sword, but it was a lot of cash. He really had a good time with his former friends. The cat was designed by his boyfriend artist for a fountain in a town, whose name and where it is located, he can no longer remember. The friend had incidentally made himself a name as a sculptor. Bobo feels very attached to the sculptured cat, as the memory of the days with his friend is very important to him. The expert seemed to know immediately which artist they were talking about, because he said without hesitation that this cat design could bring also a good sum of money. To make sure, he’ll consult again an appropriate non-fiction book, but he is completely sure that he holds something valuable in hands. Bobo seemed slowly to solve his partiality of interest because his eyes and his voice gained strength and clarity. “Yes”, he is aware of the situation, therefore he must at least get $1000 for it, or even more. “No, now”, the expert said, he will call his assistant immediately and clarify what these pieces are worth. This will be promptly clarified, he said again and immediately went out to photograph the objects with his Smartphone.While he poked around in the beer coasters collection, the photo-files wandered to his assistant. Next, Mr. Schneider, that’s the specialists name, took a close glanz at the stamps and coins with a small magnifying glass in hand. At the same time Bobo stared at the man, who was wearing clean and ironed grey slacks, held with a black belt over the watermelon belly, a non-iron shirt with medium-sized red and grey squares. His hair was gray but for his age still very full-bodied, he seemingly needed no glasses, except the magnifying glass. At first glance, not so heartless and on top of it very focused, Bobo thought, waiting nervously on Mr. Schneider’s comment. “There are no really valuable stamps and there are no gold coins”, he said after a while, “but the amount does it”. While these two’s minds were occupied with the fender, which they had figured out originated from an old Trabbi, Tina inspected the outcome, the empty rooms she passes through, while checking back with the TV-staff, what is next on the agenda, again in consultation- always busy. The callings went back and forth, there a requests to clarify- here another question and while she busily engaged, briefly peeked in the room where Mr. Schneider was adding up the sum, she called the team together and all were eagerly waiting for Bobo’s reaction, when he saw the final total on the Smartphone. Actually, he was quite satisfied with $7.500 Bodo said a little hesitantly, but for the sword he had asked $500 more. Tina wasn’t stingy about it and said jovially to the expert that this probably wouldn’t be a problem?! “No”, Mr. Schneider said that $500 was over the top, he would offer Bobo $250 more, so the end sum of $7,750 is available for a new start. Finally, he, Mr. Schneider has the contacts, potential buyers and interested parties. Bobo only had to give a handshake. He did this with a liberated smile and shining eyes. To Tina, he said, he had been surprised that the kneaded cat was so much worth, but Art is just one thing for itself.

Bobo was left with eases alone in the cleaned house, he felt somewhat melancholical and pondered whether he should read or not read the letter once wrote, but never sent off to his 1 big love. Yes, everything is gone now. All the things I was attached to and here I hold the last never sent letter by me in my hands. Hesitantly he sat down in the rocking chair covered with a sheepskin and read the large font.

You know- what I am about to write you my friend is not easy for me. I feel in what a desperate situation you find yourself, believe me, I can sense it. Your are feeling helpless and without power in regards to your relationship- to a person you think you love- it is probably the hardest what life has imposed on us because it is difficult to endure. You know what I think humans role in life is, when serious about love? To mature first, to ripen, to be authentic and not at any other’s will desire. I ask myself even as I write this: Do you feel sometimes lonely (or am I reflecting my state on you?) Only the solitude or being alone is going to untangle your inner clutter. You will be not among the people, who lose themselves to the will of the other, because you throw yourself to their feet, as chaotic as you are. How could young people, who chain themselves to each other and can no longer differentiate themselves, perceive who they are? You no longer are onesome might not find a way out on their own. What I am trying to say is, that perhaps it is better, if your relationship with others is as it is and not normal. You know, I wish I could find answers to general questions on relationships, but as I already said, it is the greatest task in our life; to learn to love someone. Maybe love is the relationship between two lonely people who protect themselves, touch and understand each other. This entire writing probably is totally incomprehensible to you, write me what you think about my profound thoughts. What I still wanted to write, and I hope you don’t get me wrong, is in detail; it concerns my behavior, or better my talk in bed about the love for you- that I would also desire you sexually, if it weren’t for these barriers everywhere. Just imagine our life or better our existence symbolized by a room, which most people only know small corners of, it’s that evident. But I think it is necessary that we explore the rare sites in our room, each abyss – we have to accept our existence as far as possible; everything even that outrageous, must be possible. It is very important that we be open to the courageous, strangest, opinionated in our minds too. I am writing these things, because I’m throwing conventions, candybars, false morality off board to be open for possible but not foreseeable experiences. That keeps a honest relationship alive and hoping. What I’m saying is, that I am sorry to have afflicted you, now you need not fear me because you did not expect that I could crave you. (incidentally neither did.)

As Bobo finished reading the letter that he had written to himself, he wondered about why he mentioned a candy bar. Did he really read candy bar, or what? Now, as then he was always rather slim, whatever, in any case, he, Bobo has a neat uncluttered house and more money. Bobo felt facilitated went with lilting steps outside to celebrate a truly heartfelt farewell to the helpers. Not unmoved he expresses his gratitude and shook everyone’s hands. Finally, he directed is mildly ecstatic happiness to Tina, who seemed shivering, embraced her and the kindness surrounding her. She loves being hugged to the heart and she felt a surge of warmth flowing through her entire body. The slight back pain disappeared immediately, her through the back and forth slightly stiffened right knee felt smoothly oiled. The audience gathered around them watching the scene with sweet emotion. Now, I need a piece of chocolate, Tina thought dissipating sensitively out of Bobo’s embrace. Surely, she didn’t want to overdo the uplifting scene, because the gesture of embrace might bring a blurry love back to days. Feeling bliss is a sublime form of pleasure, the only ambition of human endeavor, echoed in her ears when she was on her way home. She did not question why Bobo had hoarded exactly these things. There is no set that can determine the values of things. Only the selection of things that Bobo ventured hoarding gave a clou, in which part of his universe he had arrived. He did not believe he could do without the things that hold messages and are symbolic to him. He had lived under these circumstances because he could line in his observations with his memories. Now, he freed his lonely heart from a heavy burden and begins with the goodness of others his new unforeseeable ventures.