Far from having a girl in every port and Berlin, Vienna, Munich being my ports, I now see LONDON is my port, and —– is the girl in my London port. I see her just when I am on shore leave. Berlin is where I live. I pop back to London sometimes to spend some time with —– before I return to my true home in Berlin. Thinking like this makes life with —– feel much more exciting, and helps to breathe life into it, to make it bloom and blossom, and ripen. All it needs is a mental shift. A pole reversal. Flip the coin. But how on earth can I fund these constant travels? My debts are just rising and rising. The only glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel is in a couple of years if we can move to a single bedroom place. That is the only way we can get our heads above water at all.
XKH155705 Stormy sea with Lighthouse (oil on canvas); by Blechen, Karl (1798-1840); 72×115 cm; Hamburger Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany; German, out of copyright