Day No. 18 - Forever, means forever.

Wake up in the middle of the night, is it because Torgit sleeps so fitfully? These, like the last few nights, song lyrics are haunting my head. - Day by day, the level drops. -

Vorgestern noch Marius, mit Freiheit: „Alle, die von Freiheit träumen, Sollten’s Feiern nicht versäumen, Sollen tanzen auch auf Gräbern, Freiheit, Freiheit, Ist das Einzige was zählt, Freiheit, Freiheit, Ist das Einzige was zählt“ – Soweit ja noch akzeptabel.

Dann am nächsten Tag schon, Ab in den Süden, von Buddy: „…Eeh ab in den Süden, der Sonne hinterher, ejo was geht

Der Sonne hinterher, ejo was geht ja ich sag, eeh ab in den Süden…“.

Heute ist der Tiefpunkt erreicht: „Hoppe, Hoppe, Reiter.“ – „…Wenn er fällt dann schreit er, fällt er in denGraben, da fressen Ihn die Raben, fällt er in den Sumpf, dann macht der Reiter plumps.“ – Mit was haben uns unsere Eltern, Omis und Opis da eigentlich gequält. Kein Wunder, dass eine ganze Generation meint, anders zu sein. Wir konnten nicht normal werden. – Sorry Mutter, aber das musste mal gesagt sein. ?

Apparently, I then fell asleep after all. When we wake up, it is clear that the weather is changing, it is getting colder and rainier. After studying the weather forecast, we decide to continue our way south. 

With us on this tour of the city of Nantes, goes a small notebook, almost a small diary. This contains impressions that a young woman named Aga, collected on her tour of this city. - Aga was such a special human child. By chance she fell into our lives. - How did it happen? - Torgit had set her mind on something. She wanted to hire herself out as a dog sitter. But it should not be just any dog, the breed was clearly defined: Rhodesian Ridgeback or none. - I smiled at so much optimism - but what I didn't believe happened. So a few days later Aga was standing in front of the door. She brought not only herself, her dog Adwoa, but also her then partner Dennis into our lives. Every day Adwoa was brought and fetched, and from time to time the bond with Aga and Dennis became deeper. We experienced a young couple, during happy and less happy phases. But most of all, we got to know a person who seemed to live life to the fullest. Someone dedicated to the task of diagnosing and fighting diseases. But above all, someone who illuminated his surroundings with your radiance. But like a candle lit on two sides, she burned out far too quickly. Aga has left us. The disease, which she herself diagnosed so many times, stole her life at the age of 28. - She always reminded me of Jonathan the seagull, which is why I gave her this book. Thank you Dennis for entrusting us with these, now your notes. We are always happy to see you for a coffee or two.