Yep, finally I also do this diary-weblog-thing. But don't click on it, it's entirely in German. 
I always wanted to do this and for a while I tried to use this journal here, but especially during the last week(s) I figured out that I completely fail expressing matters, that are very important to me in a language that is not native to me. The other cause is that over there I am totally anonymous. No link to my homepage, no link from there to the diary. So I don't have to take others into account.
Let's see for how long I will carry on with that.
I still have to cope with my jetlag: 2 pm was breakfast time today. I easily adopt when the day becomes longer due to the time difference, but the other way round it's hard to me.
Gradually I am getting over some kind of hurting thing that happened last week. Maybe I would be, generally speaking, more in favour if I act like a childish macho when I feel someone has done me wrong, but I can't help: I just kind of understand (not accept) the acting of someone because I remember I've done the same or similar in my life too, my anger and hate turns into some kind of love. Very strange, and no surprise I won't be taken seriously in some situations: Imagine you hurt someone and after a short while he longs for hugging you. Who won't be astonished and confused by that and turn away from this scaryness?
Bzzz.
Today I had a fabulous Gran Reserva. I ate pure black bread with it.
I always wanted to do this and for a while I tried to use this journal here, but especially during the last week(s) I figured out that I completely fail expressing matters, that are very important to me in a language that is not native to me. The other cause is that over there I am totally anonymous. No link to my homepage, no link from there to the diary. So I don't have to take others into account.
Let's see for how long I will carry on with that.
I still have to cope with my jetlag: 2 pm was breakfast time today. I easily adopt when the day becomes longer due to the time difference, but the other way round it's hard to me.
Gradually I am getting over some kind of hurting thing that happened last week. Maybe I would be, generally speaking, more in favour if I act like a childish macho when I feel someone has done me wrong, but I can't help: I just kind of understand (not accept) the acting of someone because I remember I've done the same or similar in my life too, my anger and hate turns into some kind of love. Very strange, and no surprise I won't be taken seriously in some situations: Imagine you hurt someone and after a short while he longs for hugging you. Who won't be astonished and confused by that and turn away from this scaryness?
Bzzz.
Today I had a fabulous Gran Reserva. I ate pure black bread with it.