Passport

Losing a passport is a painful thing. Losing all perspective after losing a passport is even more painful. After a 3-day anxiety binge, I finally have my emergency proof of existence, and will hopefully be greeted with open arms by the people of the United States of America. Thank God for helpful Mexicans! I have renewed faith in humanity, but not quite yet in bureaucracy.

bring this on, too

BRING IT ON

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sailing into the sunset wish

feelings soaring high come down crashing

what goes up will come down

and around and around it goes

time just keeps on rolling

and sometimes i wish it could just stop

stop and be still

enough of this roller-coaster

how about some peaceful sailing for a change?

my story ended on crutches.

I was filming for 24h Berlin on friday. It was more that I made sure that the filming went alright, getting rid of any possible obstacle to keep the camera rolling. All of a sudden, I turned into my own obstacle. or, more precisely, it was the stairs. Only two or three steps but it hurt. A lot. The story of somebody else was over for me, I got pushed back into my own one. and, a little later, I got pushed to the x-ray department in a wheel-chair. It was all so weird, so very very weird that I had nothing better to do than laugh. I laughed all evening until I faced those 78 steps that I needed to be walked up. I managed. Over the last two days, I watched 6 DVDs, and, most bizarrely, my real doc was playing a doc in a film that I watched. life is a strange thiiiiii-i--i--ing.

some things that make me laugh..or smile