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Alright, just stepping out of the plane, just with a bit of hand luggage, and looking around. Looks very good so far.

So maybe I call the shipping agent and tell them to bring the large containers in ... ;) :))

So great to see many well acquainted "faces" around this new virtual dwelling place. *Waves at friends and acquaintances from wicked censr land*

Luna

 

 

 

well, this is going to be a very special weekend, one to remember (hopefully in a positive manner) for a looong while.

Tonight I will meet my old classmates back from bachelor times, for the first time ever since we all spread through space and time. Getting ready to travel by train to make the nostalgic experience a perfect and complete one ;)

Hope to be back tomorrow evening with lots of shots.

Off to new old adventures :D

 

Oh my, so I am back from my first meeting ever with my old classmates!! This weekend definitely deserves a special place in my memories, heart and blog!

I really just don't know where to start and where to end. Maybe chronological will do?!
I left Berlin by train on saturday around noon, after having decided to go back in time with the same means of traffic I used in the good old times: the train! Suffices to say that despite trains being way mor e modern today and counting with staff that keeps you permanently updated about everything by chatting through the speakers like drunk parrots, the train stations in the "German outback" DO LOOK like belonging to a different century and life! Each time we came across one of those tiny villages that consist of a church, a supermarket, a schoolhouse, some houses and stables, many fields and one train station due to the fact of being close to the rails, I wondered more and more what sort of future these stations had.


While the train kept advancing more and more dark clouds were gathering piling up to a really menacing weather front looking ever so great from the safety of the train :p

so when I arrived, the first surprise was that from the two stations, my hometown once h ad, there was only one left, the way more distant one from the city itself, while the city station didn't exist anymore. So that meant 2,7 kilometers of walk along a lovely rural alley with giant trees to both sides, which I didn't mind. But as soon as I was half way the rain started, soon enough pouring down like coming from buckets (I had an umbrella but it was difficult to use it due to luggage and heavy winds) and then I noticed the thunderstorm approaching!


It got dark like for world's end and lightnings started crashing down over the wide fields to both sides of the road. A lovely image but certainly frightening if you are walking alone underneath big trees and with umbrella in hand. So I decided to get rid of umbrella and shoes and started running until getting to the first real street of the town where I found a solitary phone booth that saved me from getting totally dissolved by rain :D

Fortunately there was an ad for local taxi service at the booth's wall and I could get myself a taxi, which solved the problem of searching for the hotel and restaurant where we meant to gather and which was new, so I really had no clue where to start looking for it. Arrived wet like a cat and had to get switching clothes and arrange "looks" again before I descended to meet my classmates. Maybe you believe me if I tell you that, when standing in front of the door and hearing some voices and laughter, I felt like leaving immediately and running back to the train station?! Well, of course I didn't but kicked my own arse right into the room. ... The following 5 or 6 hours just passed like some minutes and were filled with laughter, tears, silly stories, memories of our good ol' times, more tears for one defunct classmate and several teachers we liked and more drinks etc. Most people really were the way I recalled them from school, but some had changed very much, maybe too much! The one girl who was the wildest at school, really being a terror for her parents and the target for most of our guys, had turned into the most incredible prudish, stupid and narrow-minded province-hen I have ever seen. She kept telling us about her hub and her kids and what a wonderful mom and wife she was and when she started waxin' off about gays and lesbians (she's a gynecologist now), I definitely cut her short telling her how utterly dismayed I felt by the way she had changed and WHAT she had become. That was a sad and unnecessary moment, but I can't stand people like that and she definitely almost made me leave. Everyone quickly changed topics and we got back to talks, but something had changed.

Late night when everyone was starting to leave, I wanted to go to my hotel room but my formerly best friend invited me to come home with her (she lives half-way between that hometown of mine and Berlin) and we went there by car. This turned out to be the very best solution, for my friend, who is an artist, lives in an incredibly beautiful, authentic old watermill at the shores of a little river called Dahme. The mill isn't working anymore, but serves her as workroom and exhibition hall, while she lives in an adjacent building belonging to the mill. I enjoyed this night a lot, barely sleeping and rather looking out of my little tower window watching the dark night and listening to all kinds of animal sounds outside.

It was a wonderful experience. My friend and I spent half of next Sunday talking, remembering and "evaluating" the gathering, she cooked some wonderful boar meat in traditional fashion, something that never is on my menu, so I enjoyed it a lot and then she brought me to the next train station to get back to Berlin to "reasume life in real-time and space" ;)

Und jetzt wird wieder in die H…

You just gotta love our fucked up times! A new scandal is coming to float after so many others recently.

A rivaling Military Intelligence Service in Germany ZNBw made a huge "house cleaning" destroying all evidence and documents of the past four years of spionage "work", thus probably causing the loss of evidence in pursuing and judging international war criminals for instance.

Oh Germany, ye good ol' faithful, we just love your reliable continuity in doing the wrong things right.