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Monday, 23. June 2008
I´m back again
carschti, 22:59h
in the night from the 9th of june to the 10th of june I was dreaming about blogs... They all were gone...
I rescued mine to my personal harddisk and made 2 backup copies (just in case). And then I browsed through my own history, went to Japan took a flight to Pascadero in California and ended up in Jenner (north of SanFran).
"History repeating itself" was the next station. Since that day I was confused and I was not sure if I should continue with this blog.
Last night, I made my decission. I will continue. The weather tipped the scale. I was going home on my bike around 1°° in the morning. I couldn´t believe the temperatures were around 27°C (which was very much compared to the nights before).
During the ride a storm came up. The wind blew stronger an stronger and carried all sorts of smells along, directly to my nose. For me this was a journey back in history. The smell, the wind, the warm road, some clouds, the bright moon on the horizon and the starting rain. It touched me so deeply that I stopped beside the road and enjoyed this beautiful night.
When I was sitting there the wind and the rain becam a real thunderstorm. I flew under a a roof of a nearby bus station and watched the whole spectacle. I havent felt so free since Nagatoro (walking in the snow and smelling the plum blossoms).
By this time I realised that there´s is something I want to keep for the future: thoughts, memories and stories.
I´m starting all over again.
I rescued mine to my personal harddisk and made 2 backup copies (just in case). And then I browsed through my own history, went to Japan took a flight to Pascadero in California and ended up in Jenner (north of SanFran).
"History repeating itself" was the next station. Since that day I was confused and I was not sure if I should continue with this blog.
Last night, I made my decission. I will continue. The weather tipped the scale. I was going home on my bike around 1°° in the morning. I couldn´t believe the temperatures were around 27°C (which was very much compared to the nights before).
During the ride a storm came up. The wind blew stronger an stronger and carried all sorts of smells along, directly to my nose. For me this was a journey back in history. The smell, the wind, the warm road, some clouds, the bright moon on the horizon and the starting rain. It touched me so deeply that I stopped beside the road and enjoyed this beautiful night.
When I was sitting there the wind and the rain becam a real thunderstorm. I flew under a a roof of a nearby bus station and watched the whole spectacle. I havent felt so free since Nagatoro (walking in the snow and smelling the plum blossoms).
By this time I realised that there´s is something I want to keep for the future: thoughts, memories and stories.
I´m starting all over again.
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