Today here, tomorrow there
The Day of Departure from Germany.
Freedom, Family, Friendship
I don't know if I should have a guilty conscience.
I'm sitting in the long-distance bus to Budapest, the sun is just rising over the Austrian fields close to the Hungarian border and all I can feel is euphoria.
I said goodbye to so many friends, relatives and aquaintances these last few weeks, but the wistfulness already stopped about two weeks before my actual departure.
I don't know if that's normal - the missing roots, the hunger for freedom - but when I think about it, the only thing coming to my mind is Hannes Wader's Heute hier, morgen dort (Today here, tomorrow there).
And maybe that's alright.
Hungary, here I come.