25 July 2013

Holiday


Few days in the Andes. The majestic Andes with their rugged and dramatic snow-capped peaks. A rich valley that goes through between picturesque two chains of white and black mountains was the place of my holiday jaunt.

Many first-times like being 5000 meter above sea level, trekking, eating grilled coy (guinea pig), being terribly altitude sick, touching a glacier, passing through small beautiful indigenous villages seemed forgotten by modern life, experiencing the four seasons within a matter of hours and finally feeling relaxed after real hard times on more than one level along the past months.

16 July 2013

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Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards-day!


Emily Dickinson

13 July 2013

What If....


It was a moment half of the truth seemed visible. The Fog moved slowly but then stopped and left the imagination picture what might be behind the white smoke. Helpless as I felt, I had no choice but to try to look self-assured. Did I? I cleared my throat and asked "And what if summer came…?" I realized when I uttered the last word how desperate I sounded. Silence prevailed and summer seemed like the hidden truth in a crystal ball that no one could see but in which everyone believed.