Each day I leave the hostel with a book, my water, paper to write on, my phone to record it all.  Cesky Krumlov was the most beautiful, peaceful and serene, a fairy tale come to life.  Everywhere I looked there was something else; quiet walking the cobblestone streets.  I didn’t have to be anywhere, or meet anyone, or leave.

The place I stayed there (Hostel Postel) was not the nicest –the shared bath, the tiny sink and toilets outside the door, but I didn’t care.

Berlin was dirty, distant.  I felt alone, but liked the bike tour, pumping fast, pulling out that stupid camera and playing with the settings instead of listening.  The history is everywhere.  I take in fragments.

Someplace there was sensory overload, but I forget where.  I wonder if it’s time to go.

Everywhere there are contrasts: “I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand.”  –Alice Sebold