sitting on my kitchen table in the evening, writing an article for a magazine. the year passed so quickly and what a year it has been. a year ago i was getting ready to fly to new york. and then i moved to belgium, travelled to the netherlands, england, saw canterbury, waterloo and last but not least cologne airport. i felt lonely like i never had before and then again ready to conquer the world. i went broke (how many times?) and by chance (and my grandmom) recovered. i put thousands of kilometers on my car. i spent hundreds of euro on phone calls. i spent a million thoughts on my life. then i came home for christmas. i didn’t want to leave again but i had to. it was a lesson i learned. i came back once again and left – once again – for china and north korea. do i live the life i want to live? i don’t know. do i feel i am on the right track? i don’t know. do i believe?
i do.
When you believe, that is all that matters…