The call came in early in the afternoon. It had barely taken us five hours to move all the money and now the apartment was ours. It’s been such a stressful summer so far, I just took it as a fact that it had worked out and didn’t think too much anymore. Right now I feel like being at a point where I kind of move from one point to another, without looking back but without looking forward either. I remember a good conversation with Franz once – it was about making mistakes and he told me “It all comes down to this: once you start being afraid of actually making them, they will inevitably strike.” Now I don’t think I am afraid anymore, I might just worry too much every now and then. I strive for some things: Being a good journalist, lead a department at some point. Why would I, why should I aim low? I do understand some things need their time, and being patient is not one of my particular strengths but I do not see why I should constantly excuse myself for trying to change things, for being different? I remember something I was told a long time ago: Only people who never move can’t take the wrong path.
The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
I believe.