Its the end of the week and I just come home after a long train ride. I close the door behind me and my roommate says hello from the kitchen. He also adds that he’s sorry because he ate all of my cereals. I answer that he doesn’t have to worry. I’m happy that they are gone. I know it doesn’t make sense but I dont care. Im in a strange atmosphere. Like most of the time my mood matches the weather outside. The sun is just about to go down and the air is kind of thick. It almost feels like summer and It’s beautiful. And it feels like dying. I go to my room and find a letter stuck between my door. The address is handwritten from someone I dont know. I throw my bag on the bed and open the envelope while I sit down at my desk. It’s someone from Bremen. I think about Till and Marie probably strolling through these small alleys with the same air around them as here. I start to read and inhale every single word. The restlessness, the will to sacrifice yourself, the lack of meaning in the streets, the missed opportunities and the love for all of this mess. I finish the letter and sit back. Its dark blue outside and my strange feeling is ten times stronger than before.
