Coughing and sneezing, freezing and drinking I'm home after a nine hour trip from the new to the old capital. I ate a huge sausage in the rain and read >>Lisa's<< wonderful >>book<< while a tear drop almost hit the last page before I closed it. The two young girls geeking on the front seats about their new university town made me smirk a little.

Sometimes yearnings go in opposite directions. It's nice to be here, but it will be even nicer to go back.


Photo: Carolin Weinkopf