i am a tiny bit in over my head with this. do i really actually expect magic to be all over the place just because i pledged myself to my calling?
i sit here with a cup of something warm and listen to the knot of nerves tightening deep in my guts. the surrounding rustles like a white noise. where am i? what is going on?
i am on the bridge over the river, cars beside me are rushing somewhere. merciless wind is pouring wet snow into my face. i smoke a cigarette so this moment is even more miserable than it is. a stranger passes by, stops for a second to ask if germany is in the direction he is going. he doesn't have any belongings. i don't know where is germany. where am i?