Two weeks in Heidelberg. There was a moment I was thinking to buy a Tshirt as souvenir. something like ' I love Heidelberg'. That's true. But I won't wear such a direct sentence on. The other one I like more: I live here Heidelberg. That's cool. But living there for two weeks is not rather a true living. So I bought nothing.
There were big moments. All trivial things, but big.
One morning almost arriving the office, just at the edge of woods, a big big bird flew over. It was the breathtaking moment. I stood in awe, so did an unknown man behind me, waiting for the bird coming closer and closer. I thought it was a stork. It was so close, the long neck, wide wings and the grey furs on the neck. 'Isn't it great?' The man behind said. 'Yes, amazing.' Then we went into different directions.
Bought things at REWE. Checked out and went away. Then a man called me to stop from behind: madam, you forgot this. A lipstick. Such a small item just slipped away after the payment. Yes, it was mine. The next payer sent it back to me. It was so lucky that I didn't lose things in such an absent mind mood.
The second Thursday I was wandering in Waldorf to figure out my way. 'It's dangerous if you crossing road like this.' Someone was laughing at me. He was in a good mood. 'I am sorry... But do you know where's building 3?' 'Over there!'
After all, it doesn't bother me any more that you don't understand what other people are talking in another language. It doesn't bother either if I can't find out anything to say. I am myself. Maybe that's the benefit of getting old. The second week I went to work by train alone. Although Chris told me there was a Brazilian staying in the same hotel, I kept my isolation. Isolation fits to me. Isolation is full.
On the dark middle ages path descending to the old bridge I thought about this. It's a little bit sad. But just a little bit.
There were big moments. All trivial things, but big.
One morning almost arriving the office, just at the edge of woods, a big big bird flew over. It was the breathtaking moment. I stood in awe, so did an unknown man behind me, waiting for the bird coming closer and closer. I thought it was a stork. It was so close, the long neck, wide wings and the grey furs on the neck. 'Isn't it great?' The man behind said. 'Yes, amazing.' Then we went into different directions.
Bought things at REWE. Checked out and went away. Then a man called me to stop from behind: madam, you forgot this. A lipstick. Such a small item just slipped away after the payment. Yes, it was mine. The next payer sent it back to me. It was so lucky that I didn't lose things in such an absent mind mood.
The second Thursday I was wandering in Waldorf to figure out my way. 'It's dangerous if you crossing road like this.' Someone was laughing at me. He was in a good mood. 'I am sorry... But do you know where's building 3?' 'Over there!'
After all, it doesn't bother me any more that you don't understand what other people are talking in another language. It doesn't bother either if I can't find out anything to say. I am myself. Maybe that's the benefit of getting old. The second week I went to work by train alone. Although Chris told me there was a Brazilian staying in the same hotel, I kept my isolation. Isolation fits to me. Isolation is full.
On the dark middle ages path descending to the old bridge I thought about this. It's a little bit sad. But just a little bit.
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