1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
This Sunday morning the birds were unbelievable cheerful. I got fucking sentimental and my skin much to dry. There was no time to loose, it seem to me like every second of this day was planned or some strange feeling like intuition lead me or predestination was on my side. Anyways I got the bus at 8:30 after one hour sleeping from 6 to 7 and writing till then, eating turkey with salad in between and enjoying the wonderful appearance of Ricarda! All before was just work.
Now I'm here in Berlin. My hotel room looks cozy. I'd love to lay down for at least an hour but I need to work. Terrible!
And then they lay this beside my bed.
Germany, we say goodbye very soon...