Relief

I finally solved my problem. After having it more than one year, they saved me after a talk about twenty minutes.
I love you two.

Prague, I'm coming! | You Are A Tourist

So, this is a goodbye-post.

I'll leave for Prague tomorrow morning and you can guess that I'm really exciting.

I packed my things the whole day. First, I've made a lot of lists with the things I need. Here you can see my final list:

So, I really hope I've got everything.

And then there has been a problem with my books.
These are the books I would like to take with me:

The stack is 16 cm high which are 6.3 inches.

(If you are interested in - the books in English from top to bottom:
Limit by Frank Schätzing (unfortunately, the English version isn't available yet)
Nothing by Janne Teller
Von Uhrenfischen und einem fliegenden Schrank by Annelie Streit (the book by the womam I spoke here about)
a few Prague guides and maps
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling)

And these are the books I will acutally take with me:

This stack is only 5 cm/1.97'' high. And you see - apart from the Prague things - it only contains Nothing, a book I reallywant to know how it is. Well, I'll see how good it is.

Most of the todays day I listened to a sond by Death Cab For Cutie. It's called You Are A Tourist. Listen to it and have fun while I'm internetless.

See you!

Pegasus

Today I remembered a time which has end nearly exactly one year ago.
It's the reason why there is Pegasus in my description.

You know, when I've been in the sixth class a boy from my neighboring class invented me to a group in the library. A woman around sixty managed this group, we met every week, all in my age. And every time she had got little exercises, language things like playing around with words, getting a feeling for writing. It hasn't been a writing course in the classical way, it was more like using our imagination, our fantasy.

I loved it so much. It has been as if there were the only ones who know the "real" me.

It was called "Pegasus-Club".
That's why Pegasus gives me my inspirations, not any muses.

She gave me so much. (Because of her I write "Phantasie" and not "Fantasie" (you know, both cases of writing "fantasy" in German are right).)
But then she rentired. The end of our Thursday (respectively Tuesday) meetings.

She wrote a book about her fantasy and writing work with children which were younger than us. She always has been very excited about that.

Today there was the book launch. And while the audience including me sat there, listening to her talk and read out books extracts, I remembered a lot of things. So much.

The cruelty to pick oneself up to leave.
My first regular speeds with the train.
The long way from the station to the library.

Arriving, seeing already someone in the room or not.
The room.
The glaring fluorescent tubes.
The desks.

The sweets.
The paper.
The pencils. (Every meeting I said that I love this special pencil and after our last meeting she gave all of them to me ... They still have a special place in my room.)

I want to have that time back.

I want to write like this again.