Meeting Harry

It was Saturday morning and on the way to Harry's' flat I thought about going to a different place this time. I parked the car on his road and had a look on the near parks in Worthing. Harry came quickly. I asked him whether he knew the one, which looked rather big, behind the hospital not far from the pier. He said no but that he could direct me there. We drove there. The weather wasn't cold but windy. Harry, as soon as he saw a man in short sleeves, said it load "someone on short sleeves in this weather!".

Christmas with E.

It is Thursday morning and I have arrived at Stuttgart airport. I walk out of the departures zone finding my way to the coach to Karlsruhe. Arrival time is when I usually think about time: no matter how passionate or impatient I am at the beginning or sad by the end of the trip, it paces carelessly and unconcerned to my world. I have forgotten to print out the ticket. The German speaking driver after matching my passport name with the one on his cell phone, let me get in. In an hour, which I passed it mostly in sleep, we reach at Karlsruhe central station. Despite the fact that the driver did call the stop name I am determined to ask again where we are but then I gave it up and turned back to hear a familiar voice calling my name. I saw E. in a purple jacket, kisses and embraces her; she is thiner and slimmer than a year ago. We took a train to her flat through the town. The look of the city had quite changed compare to last year same time. Refugees, many of whom speaking in my mother tongue from the neighbour country, were all over the town, in groups of young people in black jackets with their loud voices, almost shouting. The kind of language they use and the look of them suggested to me that they possibly are far from the values of this culture; rather in contrast and that it might take both sides long to come into a peaceful coexistence.