Goodbye Renate!

The last night in Graz, i spent with Marta (Croation student who studies musicology), where we exchanged long stories and life experiences we encountered along the way.

But really, one of the toughest thing for me is to say goodbye to Renate - who to me embodied home in Graz. walking back from hauptbahnhof yesterday back home along the route i knew all so well, and knowing that i would be walking down that route for the last time brought tears to my eyes. I looked at the bicycles parked ever so neatly and numerous, i felt completely empty becoz the frens i knew who stayed there had alles come & gone. I was sad - i like graz - but i really dont know when, if i am, ever gona return. I had bathed myself in cold water that night - forcibly dousing myself to be calm in the face of harsh reality - knowing that I am about to return to the real Home.

but home is here in europe. This is what i envisage to be the lifestyle that i would like to lead for a long time. maybe it is only to the exchange students that life is all good. this exchange to Austria marked a new opening for m, or 'a second childhood', as aptly put by Sebastian, a homosexual dancer from slovenia.

time slipped by the hands of the clock ever so quickly, leaving me bewildered in its wake! A godzillion memories, and indescribable lessons will act as company in my subsequent life journey. and i wld always bear in mind that 'work is not your life, do what you think is right, do what you want for yourself, not what others tell you to want. '

'if you have an aim, you will find your way'

I am hardened now. Letting the train ride dissipate my thoughlessness.