on the train again...this time headed for the netherlands. destination tilburg close outside amsterdam...right now i am stopped in hanover and just finished scribing a postcard to sebastian and family...i will miss the balconia in berlin along the lietzensee lake...sunrises and sunsets haven't been so wonderful for a very long time...never enjoyed soft boiled eggs and breakfasts either for a long while too...sigh...i will miss the smile of my friend and the gentle look i get when he is trying to decipher my thoughts...i hope not to forget our little trip to the artificial beach where we sat in red chairs, with coronas, overlooking the lake full of colored jello. it was nice wandering the courtyards of berlin at night, stumbling on the inflated cloudlike platform overlooking the street...wasn't able to share a watermelon man as planned but the gin and tonics on the blacony watching the sunset and sunrise within minutes of each other on the night before the longest day of the year was more than perfect. my favourite moment of that evening - feeling the corona bottle brush lightly back and forth twice agains the side of my knee while my head was turned watching the badly out of rhythm couple dancing to soft music about falling in love...(pause - looking out at the passing green fields covered with yellow mustard...) where does this feeling of nostalgia come from? can it be bottled? can i open the bottle and smell it and feel the same rush of blood to my heart that i felt that evening??? ideas to be patented - bottled nostalgia - yet to come, bottled melancholy and bottled contradiction...