+ While being out for some cocktails with colleagues on Wednesday, I found out that they have one of those exchange-books-bookshelves in B. - and one functioning through the whole year! The one back in Augsburg used to be in a park and therefore open only during the summer. Makes me happy, since I'll be able to get rid of some books I have twice or don't intend to read at all (after offering them here, I guess - but it's not for right now, anyway). And the evening itself was a lot of fun, too. But given how enthusiastic I am about working here, you would have guessed it anyway.
- I'm lacking any motivation to work right now. I don't know how it could have happened, but right now I'd prefer playing Mahjongg or renewing my friendspage to anything real; and this while work is still a lot of fun. But I have four days of holidays right now: staying in the country, playing with the dogs, reading, watching TV, writing letters. I hope that will be enough to make my motivation come back.
+ I got a e-mail from an old friend, back from the school times (and also some volunteering I've done back then). So now I'm looking forward to meeting and catching up. I need to become better in keeping in touch with people not to lose those I like.
- The very idea of a confrontation that might come makes me all nervous. I need things to happen (or even better: not to), instead of waiting and thinking. Yes, I'm not a very patient person in this regard.
+ Sent out three packages for
wunschlisten. One more in making, as well as a package for ‘my’ grandma from
pisma_v_jamm - this time I even have some Russian stamps, which I'll send together with a back-addressed envelope and stationery, so there is a chance to get a real reply, not only the little messages the girls visiting the nursing home are able to forward (which already make me very happy, since I get to know that my letters arrive, are read and enjoyed).
- All my writing inspiration is gone. Just like that... I finally have time to write - but all my characters decided to sulk and turn their backs on me. No chance to grip them. No chance to write a coherent story. And yes, I know, that all the three minuses in this entry most likely go together. I also know where I have to start to make them disappear. But I still have to wait. Just a bit.
+ I've taken the train at 6:20 a.m. back to B. from M. last Monday. Because I wanted to see a play on Sunday evening. Crazy, isn't it? Especially regarding the fact, that I managed to be at the observatory on time. But it was so worth it! During the first half, I felt this urge to leave, because the production was so intense and I did not know whether I could stand it. Hans Fallada's ‘
Little Man, What Now?’ is already a hard book to read; not so much for the language, but for the intensity and the implications and the reality of what is happening there. As a play... - I cried in the end; and as recognized by a certain person, this is a sign of quality for me. This scene at the very end, when Emma explains to Jachmann why they are not able to accept his help, why Pinneberg has to stay ‘clean’ - it's so strong, so heartbreaking... I really loved that they did not try to modernize the text; a good play does not need to be modernized with references to today, they happen anyway. This and the minimalistic stage, the way Emma and Pinneberg tell us what happens (it did keep the touch of a novel this way; a novel turned into a play, not re-written to be a play) and the very choice of actors - just great!
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EDEN - the Endless World is over. It was a good ending. With the whole series as a
bildungsroman for Elijah and Kenji, it was a perfect ending. And Sophia, as the demiurge of a new universe - and the ‘how’ of her overpowering Magus, this was impressive and logical and as if everything was leading to this very thing; perhaps it was this way indeed; perhaps Sophae will make it happen the same way a second time, in an other world. And Enoia's strength, up to the bitter end. Not nice, not humane, but human, as he always was - that also was perfect. And Kenji's last panel, with him still lost, but so much stronger. Perhaps strong enough to finally live, instead of hating. Still, it leaves me sad. This story was with me for the last 8 years; now it is over.