just a reminder of who i’m thinking about…some pics from his trip here back in november.
today
is the most beautiful day outside.
i, however, am stuck inside doing homework. sunny and 43 degrees out after withstanding the cold chill and the wet nip of Hamburg—seems like an evil joke that i can’t go out and enjoy it.
one could say that enduring disappoints like this go on to earn you some joy in the future….but i disagree. there is nothing beautiful about not being able to enjoy a sunny day…especially when you live in places like hamburg with sunless periods long enough to give you medical conditions. if i died tomorrow, i will have wished i took advantage of this sunny predicament. i supposed though, that if i don’t die tomorrow, there will be more sunny days to enjoy and i will have a job with the help of this class that i am stuck inside doing homework for, that will afford me a treat to make a future sunny day even more enjoyable. but….i still don’t like it. damn you responsibility and damn my inability to live completely free. this makes me think of yet another song…and since i can’t post any more pictures because of my broken camera…i will post my sentiments in song form above.
it was freezing freezing cold….and i helped cook lunch and shovel horse poop…but i got to take a little ride as well. out in the german country-side.
so i went to church.
After the bombings of 1944 and 1945, this one piece of the church is all that was left standing in quite a large radius. It now stands as a symbol of peace — with areal photos inside (you can go up towards the top and look out) showing photos of the destruction and miles of rubble on all surrounding sides. it was quite intense to see the photos. The newer church photos are of the replacement a couple blocks down. This new St. Michaelis’s has the biggest organ collection that i have ever seen. They are huge and multiple. I am hoping I can make it back for a choir concert, which apparently happen regularly. On a side note— i went to visit the bathroom at this church. The doors were set up like an elevator to aid the use of the bathroom by folks who happen to be wheelchair bound. I just have to say…it is really scary going to the bathroom in a room that has elevator doors. I’ll just say that it spurs a nervousness of being caught in a compromising position with nothing to do but wait for the elevator doors to close. imagine using the restroom in an elevator. very very strange.
:)
