So, England is over now.
It has been a great pleasure to see the English towns and landscape - the red clinker houses, the convex parts of houses like the huge windows and verandas, the long chimneys, the old street signs and fences. Suddenly Harry Potter makes sense because it really looks like that in England.
Me and my friend were always the last ones because we didn't hurry through York, Scarborough and Whitby but took pictures and the time to feel the atmosphere. On Thursday we got lost because the rest of our group and our teachers didn't wait and didn't notice that we weren't there. But after half an hour our telephone calls worked out and we found them again. (And then - after half an hour - a boy who I really don't like came to us. He said that we would be on an ego trip and that it isn't his task to wait for us. He didn't rethink how worried we were. And most of all: We didn't ask him for his opinion.)
My exchange partner also hasn't been the best one; she didn't explain to me what happened, she just were like: "We're leaving - now. Are you coming?". But I'm happy to live in a boarding house for a week, just to know now how it's there and that I don't want to be a boarder.
I loved it to meet the English again although I don't really had as time as in October to speak to them.
I loved that day at the beach, searching stones, feeling the sun and seeing ebb and flow.
The weather was great in general. It just shortly drizzled twice and only one of that time we were outside. On four days the sky was blue and the sun shined. One day there even was no cloud.
Also that night in a tent on a teacher's farm hasn't been as bad as I thought. Of course it wasn't comfortable, it was cold and inconvenient. But I'm still alive.
And of course the time hasn't been without music, mostly produced by my unbelievable huge talent as a singer (I hope you notice the sarcasm). So here are the songs which were in my mind:
Uriah Heep: Lady in Black
A friend of mine teached me the lyrics of the first verse, he has had a huge patience. I - who is known for difficulties to forget lyrics or melodies when they're in my mind once - sang it nearly all the time we walked around and had no conversations.
I remember that in the end of the week it already has been like this:
me: "She came to me one moooooorning -"catchy tunes:
someone: "Oh no, stop it!"
me: "She came to me one moooooorning, one -"
the boy with the lyrics: "Honestly, stop it, my ears are bleeding!"
she came to me one morning, / one lonely Sunday morning, / her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. / I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, / and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win.
aaaaaaaaa / aaaaaaaaa
Lykke Li: I Follow Rivers
I mostly sang it or had the lyrics in my head when my exchange partner or other persons looked if I'm still there. I calmed they down by saying "I follow you" and of course - of course! - that song came in my mind (I already posted it here, click to see my thoughts about it).
Bon Jovi: Hallelujah
On Tuesday we were in York. As we walked through the town centre across a "shopping square" we heart a four or five men singing Bon Jovi's version of Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen. So this song became - at least for me - the York song, the song which reminds me of walking across of that square with the grey clouds in the sky.
catchy tunes:
it goes like this / the fourth, the fifth / the minor fall, the major lift / the baffled king composing Hallelujah / Hallelujah, Hallelujah / Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I already know that I'll come back. And it sounds more possible than coming back to Lyon which I plan, too, because this time there are persons who will go with me, persons who wait for us and persons with whom spending time is worth it. I'm able to say that I found true friends, not just English ones but also German.
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