I'm home. Somehow. But just like me my origami birds in Tokyo seemed strangely surreal I also feel that I do not really fit into the system. And so it happened to me already 5 minutes after landing.
After almost 2 days in public transport and long-distance transport has the (admittedly somewhat one-sided) solidified image of my people. And of course, is German train her to rest not just in positive attitude. But ... Why complain about all the? Why do the per se ne pout? Why will complain loudly when trifles? Why have the Zugeingang put before all got out? Why is rumdiskutiert with trifles? And why is not excused if someone guides you?
In the small, idyllic town of Erlangen makes the passer with dachshund makes the mountain bikers about "Hey, is here relegated cyclists! Can not you read?" From the face of the operation in the café me jump a frightening apathy as it finds that I have set something back into the room and they now must bear my jug 5 steps further. Welcome to the desert I think. Was that before that so?
One thinks that one knows what to expect. And that's the tricky thing is. Because then I sit in the morning on the German toilet bowl and - bbrrrr. Since isser again. The culture shock.
It is not so that everything is better in Japan. But at the moment I suspended particles in a vacuum. The past is behind me, the future uncertain, I sit in the present and make me NEN head. I classify you can not manage if I am or not. I'm still not arrived.
all ask me how I've changed now. I think I'm not the only person that can judge. I was there the whole time with me. Will mature 10 months when you can not read anything? Determined. Certainly.
There is only one thing anyway: Get out of the shell, eyes (or maybe even better eyes) and through.
on in the new phase of life with the best of Sake and sauerkraut.
