Going to Berlin was a disaster. Going so far away from —– was too much
May 28, 2016 § Leave a comment
Going to Berlin was a disaster. Going so far away from —– was too much. Before I was even half way to Berlin I wanted to turn back, and rush back home to her. It may take me a long time to rediscover my poise and composure after this three days but I shall. It was a good experience because I learnt travelling is finished for me. Berlin is finished for me. Brussels is finished for me. Is it just Moloch then? And what there? Can I find something to do there? Write my books. Finish the four books. Now I am in the post-travelling period. I cannot go back.