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!
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