Not yet robbed - Hola Colombia

It all happens way too quickly, flying to another continent, it only took me two planes and two and a half movies to cross the ocean and finally set foot on South America. And I'm not just going for fun, I'm on a mission. Trying to escape all the false fears from back home, I'm about to face some real challenges here, see what I'm truly afraid of - and then learn to accept it.

For a start it's not very helpful if the guy at the airport checking us in keeps warning us about how dangerous Medellin is! At least he organized veggie meals for us on board that should have been booked 2 days ago. Coolio.

But the journey from the airport to our couchsurfing destination has been surprisingly uneventful. And guess what, everybody has been super nice so far, from the guy in immigration office to the bus and taxi drivers  in Medellin. The city looks clean, friendly and green from what we could see in the dark, and our host Dess says it's no safety issue walking around at night. But that's not gonna happen anyways, we're stuffed with 'arepa con huevos' that she made just for us (see photo) and we're super tired (see other photo)... First day was easy, tomorrow we'll go into town. Colombia, me gusta!

Not yet Colombia / Birth

It is the most cruel and ugly part. Leaving. It feels like I'm torn away from where I belong, leaving my comfort, my protection. And yet I really needed to go. It's like stepping out of the bath tub when the water has gone cold.
I love home and I already miss it so much it made me cry seeing you wave goodbye when the bus left the station. Even just yesterday when we walked through our funky little neighbourhood, I felt this surprising urge to stay, have a cortado in my favorite cafe or a home-brewed beer in the pub that looks like the one my grandparents used to go to.

The hell! It was bloody time to go! Not only am I moving in circles being lost in repetitive self reflection, distracted by too many worries and generally suffering from an overflowing case of grimness. Also nowadays Dresden is usually related to neo rassism and general hate towards strangers. And though almost all my friends belong to the majority of the city welcoming refugees, it's sad to hear about burning houses in the national news. Too much negativ energy both on inside and outside, time to leave!

So here I sit,  sorting through the feelings within myself, whilst I'd rather have some distraction from all the longing. Trying to read, play angry birds (yes I only now got to get addicted), it's useless. No WiFi in the bus to Berlin, the hell! For once I'd love to watch some stupid videos or a movie..., so I'm thinking to myself as I look out the window and see a truck driver passing by who's watching a movie while driving. Well, maybe it's not the safety in Colombia I should be worried about! I'm startled for a second then think: maybe there was another person next to him watching the movie. There must have been!