Germany, the 8th of October 2016
on the night before I flew a little group of people decided to have one last beer with me at my sisters place. We sat in the kitchen and I got a little book with photos of friends.
Silence. Open a beer. Lighten up the cigarette. Hide the emotion – thank you!
The moment my sister hugged me and said “see you tomorrow in Colombia” was probably the beginning of my journey. After that I sat in my brothers car who gave me a lift home.
Mental jump
The last day was of course combined with a lot of stress. There was still a lot to do. Bring away books. I still had a box of ink I wanted to give away.
Checking the last few points of the homepage.
Mental jump ending
I came home. Nobody was there. I lay down. Couldn’t sleep… waiting
Lars comes home. Get up. Talk. Lay down. Wait. Melancholia. Nostalgic feeling. Inner Peace. Silence. Night. Darkness. All at once.
Alarm clock ringing at 2 am
didn’t sleep. Wide awake.
Mental jump: Saturday, the 6th of August 2016
On the third day of the Mini-Rock-Festival I stood at the bar mixing cocktails. Two days of partying. Two days of drinking alcohol and only one last one to come. One last party with a lot of the friends that I love.
The fact that another person had crept secretly into my heart in the meanwhile only increased the bitter sweat melancholia that surrounded me.
Again Emotions. Tears. Cigarette. Going out. Going in again. Talk. Drink Cuba Libre.Continue working.
End of the shift. Go Partying. Have a lot of loving people around you.
Mental jump ending
Tuesday, the 9th of August 2016 – 3:15 AM
Feeling totally calm I get into the Taxi. Lars accompanies me to the airport with two beer in his bag – thank you!
Giving up luggage. Smoke a cigarette. Drink a beer. Talk. Smoke a cigarette. Security check. Loneliness. Happiness. Euphoric.
Let’s go!
1st flight: Stuttgart – Palma de Mallorca
If you wonder about the connection? I know there are flights with less stops but while booking I only thought “Fuck it, it’s better than waiting for hours at one single airport for a connecting flight.”
2nd flight: Palma de Mallorca – Madrid
While I had already flown via Palma de Mallorca to Madrid (of course surrounded by party tourists and the hymne “malle ist nur einmal im Jaaaaahr” which can be ruffly translated as “Mallorca only happens once in a year”), my sister just entered her first plane from Stuttgart to Atlanta.
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