Where can I begin? I can start at that little cafe. I had a little red pouch where I kept my written diary, something I've kept up since eleven - that is eleven years old. I was sitting there and writing in it about the last time I was exploring a town like this. Looking at the state of my hands. I spent some time in Germany, you see. A long lonely time. At the same time I was completely free. I had a job, a car and some money. I had nothing better to do than to spend my weekends just exploring with a map. After having spent a little time walking along the river that goes through the center of Strasbourg, I was in a cafe reminiscing about those days. You know, the days when there was nothing calling you but the draw of the next adventure. Nothing holding you but a quiet warm calling that is your own conscience or maybe your sister - it says: Try. Try hard, and travel as long and as far as you can. Now, while you can.
Labels: Summer 08