A Memory

I remember climbing out her window. It was early, 7 am or so. We had slept together for the first time. My first time as well as hers. Though I was 18 and she was 15. It lasted all of five minutes. I don’t remember much about it other than I loved her and that we were both embarrassed and didn’t say much at that time. I don’t even remember what happened afterwards. [If we talked, or just lied there, or went to sleep] . But I do remember crawling out her window, jumping off the roof and sprinting across the lawn [you could see the front lawn from the kitchen of her parents house]. Then I remember that I turned, and I waved, and she was leaning out of the window, wearing a long white t-shirt, and she waved back. We were both smiling. I walked about ten metres and turned around. She was still watching me and she blew me a kiss.

Repeat every lifetime.

Where In The World Am I Now?

“And when he looked across at the wall where the mortar had fallen out, he could sit and find out there the strangest figures imaginable; exactly as the street had appeared before, with steps, projecting windows, and pointed gables; he could see soldiers with halberds, and spouts where the water ran, like dragons and serpents.” – HC Anderson, The Old House

To Leave Your Mark

This is the site of Hilter’s bunker from where he issued meaningless commands as the allies bust into Berlin. It’s very strange that the site is just a crappy carpark marked with a sign. Perhaps not something the Germans want to make an issue out of (given the proximity of the Jewish memorial). I presume Hilter died here.

Changes

So I guess it’s a good thing to include images and proper punctuation in your blog entries.
I am trying to do that more because I am interested in blogs like, this, this, this, and this.

The Internet

I have made friends on the web. And I read their blogs.
I feel less lonely.

I Am What I Am

Again To My Love

Or maybe you do exist, I hope, I just haven’t found you yet.

To My Love

I wake up with my arm draped over my pillow because you don’t exist yet.

Fill My Body

Breakfast, Berlin style.
(This is the small breakfast.)

Where In the World is Ian?