Dear friends, colleagues, relatives and others to whom I direct this mail,
You are receiving this because I thought you might like to stay in touch and be updated to what’s happening to me. This is something I didn’t do last time I was abroad. I am trying to do a monthly update on things that happened. Via email. (just like this one). If you do not want to be included, please tell me. Please also tell me if you know someone who would want to be included that I didn’t put on the list, yet.
In addition, I opened a blog (curiousyet.blogspot.com) with the intention of keeping a short record of this that happened, as well as to upload pictures etc.. I know I have not been very good with those kinds of things in the past. So by telling you about it, I am putting some extra pressure on myself. I will need to and I am planning to document what I am doing for myself anyway, so I might just as well share it with you, my friends.
As I am sitting at the airport and waiting for the (30min) delay to pass, I feel slightly strange.
On the one hand, I am looking forward to an incredible experience and dream that almost died last week (do to another happening and confinement to hospital walls).
On the other hand, I am leaving a lot of people behind; I lot of people I like, I love and that I know I will miss deeply. I have no idea what I really am getting myself into. I hope it is the right thing to do and the right time to do it. I feel really sad, as I know that within a year, a lot of things usually change and I am not expecting the world to be the same when I return. I hope so, that you people will help me get back into my reading, to use a metaphor I thought of during my time I the states:
A life is like a lot a different books.
Every book representing a different part of life, a different reality.
For one to spend time in a certain reality (e.g. a country) is like continuously reading of one of these books.
This very book is the essence of the reality of a certain country at a certain time.
When changing countries or cultures, one changes realities and therefore changes the book he is reading. When returning to a reality that has been ‘read’ before, one will have to take up his reading at the page he has stopped before, usually not expecting the book to have moved on. It is not normal for books to read themselves.
Yet in this scenario of realities of books, countries, people and life. People around us do continue the reading of the book of ones reality, as it is the book of their reality also. The books though continue to write and read themselves.
When I return, I will have to skip a few hundred pages of the book of my German reality.
I am not looking forward to this, but I trust in everyone to help me cope with this.
I’ll get back to you,
Urs
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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