epilogue

having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.

coffee with a cow on the wall (11-03, 16:52)

With your mail you touched the fundamental question, Esme: Can someone be happy, if this happiness is founded on the unhappiness of someone else?    

my kryptonite allergy (10-11, 13:34)

My cold seems to prove again that I’m no superhero after all. Sorry to disappoint you. Or that I have a til now yet undetected Kryptonite allergy. Good to hear you still like coffee, though.

cows can’t fly – they climb

Memory is a strange thing. Thinking back to the events that led me here, some things are already blurry, out of focus. I remember many details, about the university I held my lectures in. About the hotel room and the passage where I hurt my head because it was so low. About dinner on the [...]

I regret this stupid hair (08-29, 22:09)

I am back to the place of a cow climbing up the wall..It feels different this time,crowded,loud and posh.   

day 3 – enter the moebius strip

This day was my last day in this city. In the evening I would board the plane and leave. Four more hours with the group, lunch, some spare time, then I would be on my way back home.
It had been really clever of me to book the early flight out, not the alternative one [...]