We met again, after all these weeks. He is still in my life.
He was the same, carrying that seriousness in his heart, the passion for life and world, in the midst of the words filled with light and humor
… And there was no uneasy moment there, although I had feared there would be, after all this time...
Ah, I only felt as if I had returned home again...
and yet
I am not the same, something has happened to me, sealed something in me. For he asked me again about that journey, about what I would remember if all the else would be lost -
And I did not tell the truth. For I could not tell, not anymore, ...not ...
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