How incredible it must be to live in a city that was wiped out
December 8, 2016 § Leave a comment
How incredible it must be to live in a city that was wiped out, and where only 1% of the buildings you see in any street are more than 60 years old. A 600-year-old great city where almost every building is less than 60 years old. It must have such a psychological impact on you to never want to ever be in a war again, with anyone. Perhaps that is what makes Germans the nicest, kindest people I have ever met. Oh but let’s not forget the viciousness I felt (paranoidally or not) back in 1999, and throughout 2002-2005. Lacerated, eviscerated, on the streets of Berlin, Nuremberg and Munich, like a Whitechapel whore (which I am not). Shine Bright Like a Diamond the best of a bad lot of songs I have heard on this trip. Oh my god, it is followed straightaway by Flo-Rida Low! How that takes me back to 2008. The year —– left me, and we began two years of our war. Intense, exciting, amazing times! Like people who lived through World War Two always look back fondly to the intensity of life then, so I almost miss the tension and excitement and pain of those years when me and —– were estranged. I have never felt so alive as I did then. I am not even capable of feeling like that again.