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PS: of course I´ve dreamed tonight as well. But this dream...I really can´t tell anyone. ;-)

moments like this

The moment, I noticed them, was, when they were already hugging each other. It was a 30m distance, but I followed them. After some time, they kissed for a last time, he took his suitcase and went away. But, wait, he didn´t just go like that. In fact he turned round 7 times; don´t worrie, I counted it. He made two or three steps, turned around to see her and then continued walking. Seven times. After seven times (she was finally getting ready to get in the car) he walked one step and then looked back, one step, looked back, one step,... I stopped to count.
It was a good moment. Even if I only stood there, waiting for the bus. I had to think about them the entire day. I saw him waving and her smiling. I don´t know them, but it doesn´t matter.

When I dream.

I woke up tonight at 2a.m. and couldn´t fall asleep again. More than an hour I walked up and down the room, looked out of the window; I finally turned on the PC and saw sth new. It was scary, as I had dreamed from exactly those news the night before. I´ve even written it here in yesterdays post. It´s scarly accurate and that´s why it´s scaring. I don´t know, if I can really tell someone, that I dreamed about the future.
I don´t believe in signs at all and about all that stuff about dreaming I don´t care either. Actually.

Ich hatte einen Traum.

Ich hab´wieder geträumt.
Und im Endeffekt könnte ich jetzt auch bereits wieder schließen, denn es kommt zu häufig vor, dass ich träume, mich erinnere und erzähle. Aber diesmal war es höchst lustig. Ich sah Menschen aus der Vergangenheit in Mönchskutten, ich traf Österreicher, die uns in einem südländischen Kloster typisch-österreich. Damenschuhe anboten und ich saß auf einmal in einer Deutsch-Italienisch-Stunde und konnte mich gerade nicht erinnern, was "verschlafen" heißt.
Ich sah neue Freundinnen von alten Bekannten, in der Mehrzahl blond und süß und auf einmal hörten wir Wassermassen fluten und - da ich keinen Satz dieser Sprache mehr hervorbrachte - ich musste an einem Schwimmmarathon teilnehmen, obwohl ich schwimme wie eine 3jährige.
Die Kurzfassung.

The guy, that says Goodbye to you is out of his mind

Of course she´s not generally "better" than any other female friend, I have got. There are even some, I know better than her and with whom I spend more time. But still, I want to convince you, that she is a perfect girl. Perfect in a sense of "as perfect as a woman can be".

She´s changeable.
We went to an open air festival yesterday and she was dressed rock´n roll. I felt completely overdressed, as I couldn´t find my ACDC shirt and had to invent sth new. She had her hair coloured blond, sun glasses, one of those wild, but honest looking shirts, a black jeans and a leopardian scarf.
Once a month we go out to that russian club, which is a glamour location. She always knows, what to wear. She can look elegant and hot at the same time; she knows the difference between hot and cheap, between sexy and dirty.

She´s intelligent, but not a nerd.
She speaks german, russian and english fluently. She has lived in Portugal and I´m sure, she speaks portuguese as well perfectly; even if she would never say it. She studies to become a teacher and if you ask any of her friends, they would agree, that she´ll be a brilliant teacher. Few weeks ago she has made that internship at school and kids loved her, of course. But then, on the other hand, she knows, that she can´t be too cool to be taken serious from the kids, so she took off her tongue piercing.

She´s funny and has got a good sense of humor.
Sometimes she´s proud to be from Kazachstan, often she underlines, that this or that habit is one from Russia, even if she knows, that it is german. At university she understands to make people laugh, even the prof, even during a literature class.

She´s openminded and comes along well with anyone.
She doesn´t have more friends on StudiVZ, the german Facebook, than others, but I often wondered why. She´s got the talent of being close to anybody already few minutes after first seeing. But she doesn´t celebrate it, she is not proud of it or tells it to everybody. It´s her honesty and humanity, that let her behave naturally in front of everyone.

She´s independent, but lives for love.
She´s lived in Kazachstan, in Germany, in Portugal and Russia. This autumn she´s going to go to England for a year. She told me, she´d NEVER depend on someone or something and as much as she loved her ex boyfriend, it wasn´t endless love. She can´t imagine that.
After almost seven years (!) they separated last Christmas and she told me, that she had cancelled England for him, if he´d have just said one word.

So guys, that´s my opinion on a perfect girl. Is there something you miss? I wouldn´t understand it. Often I´m really sceptic about girls and women, I guess, I talk bad lots of times. In fact I talk worse, when talking about women than about men, but well.... that´s another subject.
Remember, that she´s single again! ;)

Baby, I know, she won´t!

Thanks.

Thanks, Spain.
Thanks, Spain, for taking my mind away, for destroying my thoughts and for changing my opinion. Thanks, Spain, for teaching me, that life is our responsibility. That it´s us, who decides about feeling well and feeling not well. We can trust in ourselves and we can trust in few others. We can´t trust in situations or moments, only in people. We can´t think, that people are always with us, but that special feelings are with us for our entire life.
Thanks Spain, for a reunion, which has shown me the most important in life: collecting everlasting moments and understanding, who you can trust in.

Vamos a la playa

Spanien ist das Beste, was mir jetzt passieren kann. Auch wenn es nur gut 4 Tage sind, auch wenn wir ab Rostock (!!) fliegen und auch, wenn man mallorquin auf Malle spricht und nicht spanisch. 4 Tage abschalten und erholen, die Mädchen sehen (!!) und feiern. Hach, womit hab´ich das nur verdient? ;) Bis dahin? Oblomow endlich fertig analysieren, drucken und Diba zur Korrektur hierlassen, Koffer packen (unser Leihwagen nach Rostock ist nur ein Smart), Uni und sich freuen! Ja, Vorfreude... Wer weiß, wann ich das nächste Mal in den Urlaub fahre!? Der Sommer ist verplant mit Abschluss und Hochzeit und dann... Nun, wer weiß schon, was danach kommt. Darüber mache ich mir dann Gedanken, wenn ich in 3 Tagen unten in Spanien am Strand liege. Ja dann VAMOS A LA PLAYA! CU there, Jo, Darm, Andrea, Thommy!!!

All I need is...words

Today I got this message from a girl, I got to know in Russia. It´s desperate kitsch. Ok, I mean, it´s deeeeeesperate kitsch - and you know, that I´m not girly, but words can always make me cry.

We bought the wedding dress for my sister some weeks ago. It wasn´t a good day for me, I was seriously merciless. But when I saw her in that dress I knew we´d buy it. It was an unique moment, one I´ve been thinking of when I was little (at least sometimes) - and I only said: Hey, yeah, that´s it. Buy it no matter what it costs!
...but words, that´s different. Words tell a lot. In my opinion personal words or random phrases tell more about a situation, a feeling or a friendship than anything else. And, the most important about words is, that they tend to be honest. At least we should imagine them to be honest.
....but then, this one is kitsch. I can´t help it, I´m not girly.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy.
They just promised it would be worth it.

PS: Is it important to be girly?

dubai

it´s a good day. i wanted to decide between Dubai and New York, between Barcelona and Moscow. but i couldn´t, because i don´t wanna miss a chance. i mean, maybe i decide in favor of one future and so i miss the better one. but maybe I chose without ever knowing. no, i mean, of course i´ll never know about the missed future. and that´s very satisfying.