Don't get lost
in the travellers blues
of loosing illusions
in the magic places
tethered by everydays
common oddities
The longer you stay
the more you understand
what's reality here

You thought you found a place
where romance was true
where you can feel home
Yet the fire burned fast
under the glowing sun
Remains unreached

The longer you stay
the more you are caught
in your own misgivings

There's always mountains to climb
far away, if you dare
There's songs to sing
and dreams behind
this cloudless horizon
if you roll on

The longer you stay
the more you might worry
until you roll on

Yet one day
you wish yourself back
back to this place
you ran away from
caught in misgivings
and illusions

A crazy dream of a single Emperor
weathered now, an amazing pile of rubble
in the shadow of mighty silver trees
What happend here, which force, which spirit
first imagined these palaces and pyramids and temples?
Which lunatic power made the crazy dream become real
and manifest here a millenium ago, in just 20 years?
A stone robot head - fallen - neither laughs nor to smiles
A tree with a burned out trunk yet green treetop
And that very spirit is omnipresent...

It was early in Summer this year. The old cat showed us her offspring for the first time. We knew she was pregnant before, yet she was hidding herself and the kitties after she gave birth for a couple of weeks. She was thin as skin when she reappeared. Luckily, everything went well. The cat and the kitties ate and ate and now I guess their are ready for the cold season. Two of the offspring went to good hands, and now there's Whitepaw and Zwergi left here with their mother and her last years offspring. When I have my smoke outside, the kitties would come back from the neighboring woods and coze my legs, begging for some food. Yet these kitties are freedom cats, not used to the inside of the house. They are curious though, especially the one with the four white paws. Yet as soon as the door closes behind Whitepaw, he gets lunatic, jumps at the door and meows. No matter hoiw hungry he was before, Whitepaw wouldn't even pay a single look at the offered milk inside. Definitly, he's favouring freedom over food. I'm still puzzled in the most positive way about their distinction. And sometimes I wish, man would be a little more distinctive on his own freedom and the choice of food too.

Finally summer. A summer to enjoy. Faith led me back home to Thuringia, more precisely to one of the most beautiful spots close to the Rennsteig, a small valley with a creek flowing through tranquil old woods and rocks between the steep hills. May was cold and rainy, yet pleasant for hiking in the fresh Green. A week ago the fireflies have started to fly. They are around me when hiking or cycling at night. They'd sit down on my tent on the riverbank, or welcome me at the front door of the old mansion at the end of the town I'm dwelling in at the moment. During the week, the only sound you can hear here are birds. Lovely fairytale summer...

Faith has also led me back to Research - despite of attending ordinary programmers work with all the time constraints and management trouble I'm contemplating on algorithms and models for human sleep wake cycle and its parameters. My host provides me with loads of interesting books and ideas what areas to do more research in. The idea to stay here longer is tempting, promising... But still, the soul if eager to travel, the migratory bird wants to fly south again. Maybe when the fireflies have gone and the leaves turn gold and red :-)