Posted by julian on 29 May 2010
This is no international harbor
said the border policeman when the world sank into the mist for the first time. No harbour – I could imagine that, since I just drove 100 kilometres away from the sea on tiny village streets, then 20 lonely-as-hell kilometres on serpents up into the grey clouds, which condensed on me and made me terribly wet. The policemen seemed happy about some company at the end of the world. So I stayed for a cup of tea before heading to the next border which, according to the detailed map one of the policemen drew, was about 100 kilometres away. It was late. So I drove much too fast for the five metres of sight the mist left me.
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This is no international harbor
hatte der Grenzpolizist gesagt, als die Welt das letzte mal im Nebel versank. Kein Hafen also - das konnte ich mir vorstellen. Schliesslich war ich gerade 100km ueber Dorfstraesschen landeinwaerts gefahren und dann 20 gottverlassene Kilometer Serpentinen bis hinauf in die grauen Wolken, die an mir kondensierten und mich so vollkommen ...
29May
Posted by julian on 26 May 2010
When was the last time you have been in a hopeless situation? Didn’t know what to do, where to begin? What did you do next? Something stupid, nothing, or did you find a way out at last? Many people would advise to first make a list of your options. Let’s call this “Things I can do”. Read the rest of this entry »
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A guideline for hopeless situations and the spiritual value of waiting.
26May