A few others and myself went on a course to learn about permaculture. We had to get on a coach for that. The journey was long and we had to stop various times overnight. We also travelled on our bikes. We camped as well. The journey lasted various days.
Once we arrived, we learned about permaculture and cooperative organising. There were people from a coop where I had been previously involved, in this course. I did not notice until Mr. F. came and mentioned it. Then I realised they had left the previous coop and were subletting in another one. But some how M.rF. also wanted information from them, at least feedback on how the course had been and how their coop could learn from it.
We had been in the training, on some occasions I wanted to take the bike to places no one would dare. It was scary for them but it was ok for me; I felt very comfortable on the bike, I felt I was just in my element. The only awkward feeling I had was about overloading the bike.
On one of the last days Mr.F. told me that he had been an infiltrator, in the sense that he had been in the course pretending to be a member of our coop, while being more or less an official member of another coop, and subletting in ours. So I realised that he could be here just to get information on other people’s coops and activities, like how well we were doing our duties.
We wanted to prepare something special for the last day of the course. There were groups doing cake and the groups were competing to make the best cake. During the preparations I clashed with Mr.F. because he was being very competitive, while all I wanted was to have a nice time making the cake.
One of the things showed in the course was to produce and throw glitter, but I must have missed that lesson or that day because I only learnt about that on the last day. Then as I had missed it, Mr.F. wanted to do it again, and no one liked it. When he had done it, the result had been a big mess and then he left, and now he did this again, but I liked it.
I heard a few girls badmouth Mr.F. for doing it the first time and then now again.
Mr.F. had to leave at the end of the training but he was mentally miles away and he needed help.
I put him on a van with other people that were leaving too. I put him on the front seat and told him that all this was conditional to him behaving himself. He promised but he could not guarantee his own behaviour, no one can guarantee the future.