For the ten days I was there, the days and then the nights seemed to slip in and out, behind and in front of one another like a dream. The dark of night seemed to interleave the afternoon and the dream of night replaced the dream of day. In the morning the opposite. Night and day danced elegantly around my head like a ballerina in a music box. Each step of this whirling dance carefully choreographed precisely ot the rythmn of the arriving and departing trains at the Hauptbahnhof.
Coming out of the dream and back into the reality of my life reminds me of what it was like trying to get on an escallator as a little boy - walking up to it and trying really hard to synchronize the gate of my walk to the emerging steps of the escallator. It was always awkward and clumsy. I still have to pay a great deal of attention so I don't biff it.
I still seemed to be lost in that world.
I want to go back.
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