Indeed, one's true self shall always let itself be known at certain intervals throughout life, no matter what precautions might be taken to avoid such. Alas, as stated, it always fascinates me to see how competent Europeans are with the English language. More so than the majority of those who were born and raised upon the island from whence it came. Where was it that you travelled?
new zealand, australia, and south east asia. and you took my poor attempt to disprove that germans do lack humour to a whole different level there, mister — how refreshing.
Do you simply reside in Germany, yet boast another ethnicity, or are you a German born who's mastered the English language to a most auspicious degree?
i was born, grew up and am currently living in germany again, but i learned it at school for about nine years plus traveling through (mainly) english-speaking countries for another one and a half years did not do any harm either, i guess.
still, i am pretty certain i am incapable of hiding my background as soon as i am drunk and/or overfatigued; we can mutually agree on the fact sat se german accent is a killer. fortunately most of the times they take me for a south african, though.
self-perception is a tough issue. i am still learning to acknowledge other peoples reactions, comments, and above all, compliments — especially of the ones i care about. if you get a lot of positive feedback, logically there got to be something about you. still, when i observe myself from time to time i don’t understand where all the hype comes from. i think i am pretty — not beautiful.
Hey Jana, which are the countries you would consider to live in ... except Germany?
i can pretty much see myself living anywhere, where there is water - wether it’s the sea or a lake - and nature nearby, when i’m older —scandinavia, for example. however, the wish of having a place to get away to every now and then is the only reason why i’d move somewhere remote. for the moment i enjoy being back home and close to my family and friends. i wouldn’t choose any other place in the world, and in case i need a change of scenery i content myself with traveling. but who am i to look into the future anyways — i wouldn’t know where i end up living.
long story made short: i can consider myself living somewhere that inspires me and is preferably not too far away from my loved ones.
she did not turn directly to anyone, and certainly not to me. she neither spoke to herself, nor to god. she merely was a stammering wound, which had found a voice, and in the darkness of this alley it seemed to break up and create a space around itself where it could bleed without shame or humiliation. the entire time she kept clinging onto my arm, as if to assure herself of my presence. she pressed it with her strong fingers, as if her touch could convey what her words were no longer able to express.