tanzenberg, where i did my eight years of high school, has never left me. not that i absolutely loved school (hands up, who did?) – but i guess people who went there, always feel a little special. it’s a little remote, a little different, smaller, more family-like. indeed it somestimes felt that we up on the rock are totally out of this world. when i left there i figured i could be a teacher and go back there. well life turned out to be different, but today for one hour i get to go back there and well – be a teacher. i’ll be presenting one of our newspaper’s projects. so indeed – it almost feels like going home.
i believe.