Thursday, August 23, 2007
Frankfurt, Germany ~
I stepped onto the train in Frankfurt and it sped off to the south. The people seemed different, I heard the first sounds of German again. They were not Americans, they were going other ways, thinking other thoughts. Nevertheless, somehow I knew that I belonged here with them. It has become my home. . . Those whom I love are here. That, I know, is everything. What more could I want?
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there's nothing more to want ...
I think "home" is, where you love and where you are or feel loved ...
so what are any influences of cirsumstances, troubles or anything else, when you know and feel, that you are here or there for you love and are loved.
so home can be nearly anywhere ... if there's love ...
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