Reading my last pages of Hape Kerkeligs ,I’m off for a bit, then, my parents and me drove to Frankfurt that Monday morning. It was raining, cold and I still hadn´t realized what I was just about to do. Only when our car drove into the airports park house it seemed like someone inside me started talking and asked me several panicky questions: Do you really know what you are doing? Why do you do this, did you ever think about what you’re going to expect in the next year, do you even know anything about this country, its people, history or do you have any clear structured plans where to go or what to do at all? -Fuck no, I didn´t look up a single page in a book or thought about what to do
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