In the train. Feeling like dancing. I left home twice. Wether going to France or going to Berlin, it’s always “going home”. Simultaneous feelings of leaving home and going home, whichever way my travel goes.

I thought I had had enough of Berlin. But leaving precipitately made me realize, I’m not done yet with this city. I’m coming back and will probably stay a little while more.

Next Friday, my father would have celebrated his 75th birthday with his whole family, and the next day, would have jumped on his bike for a long-planned 8 weeks solo trip through Europe, from Nantes (France) where one of my sisters lives, to Budapest where one of my brothers lives.
For this, is no online alternative possible.