Wow. Es tut schon weh, wenn der eigene Cousin nichts mit einem zu tun haben will. Aber gut, ich verstehs ja. Ich bin oft ein scheiß Mensch. Und ich war eine schlechte Cousine. Und es tut mir Leid. Es tut mir Leid Marcel. Ich hoffe, du gibst mir noch eine Chance, damit wir nochmal bei Null anfangen können. Wenn nicht, werde ich es auch verstehen. Aber ich hoffe wirklich, dass es besser wird. Denn ich hab dich lieb. Ob du es glaubst, oder nicht. Aber es ist wirklich so.
Te quiero mucho, Marcel. Ojala que me perdonas y que podemos empezar de nuevo. Si no, tambien estoy bien con eso porque te entiendo. A veces soy una persona muy mala y para estar honesto... no tengo muchos amigos en Alemania. Y eso es por el razon, por cual tu tambien no me quieres. Lo se y lo quiero cambiar. Quiero ser una persona mejor que ahora. Perdoname. Te amo.

Valley Winter Song

It's my second month here in Colombia. I miss my mom, my grandmother and my friends.
Now it's been two weeks since school started. My classmates are nice. Although we are just 5 girls (including me) and 15 guys I feel comfortable.
There are some guys in my class, which like the same things and have nearly the same opinion about a lot of stuff as me. One of them is really nice. I'm writing a lot with him - in English, Spanish and German - and it's quiet funny. Somehow I feel weird. I don't know him that long and much, but I like being around him. He makes me laugh and feel comfortable. And as if I would belong in this class, this school, this country. He send me a recording of him playing the guitar and singing the "Valley Winter Song" by "Fountains Of Wayne". I love this recording. I already listened to it like 30 times and I start smiling like an idiot everytime he starts singing. My heart pounds faster when I hear his voice. Am I weird? I suppose so... But hey, I like you, boy. You're awesome. (:

Cartagena *-*

Ein paar Bilder aus meinem Urlaub ;)

Ausblick vom Hotel :)

Strand und 38ºC *-*

Me gusta :3

Altstadt von Cartagena ; 3

Küste von Cartagena :)

Passt doch ziemlich gut... Leider? Oder doch gut zu wissen, wie ich mich fühle? Ich weiß es nicht.. Ich weiß einfach nicht, wie lange ich noch stark sein kann...

Manche Menschen sind wirklich bescheuert -.-

Von Mexiko mitsammt Tochter nach Frankfurt, dann nach Tourin fliegen, von Tourin ohne Tochter nach Berlin fliegen, von Berlin mit Menne nach Frankfurt fliegen, von Frankfurt (immernoch mit Menne!) nach Tourin fahren, von Tourin dann mit Menne und Tochter nach Berlin fahren, von Berlin dann mitsammt Tochter und Menne nach Mexiko fliegen, dann mit Menne, aber ohne Tochter, wieder nach Berlin.

Und DANN beschweren sie sich: "Ja, ich hab ja kaum noch Geld. Kann mir nicht mal immer was zu essen kaufen."

........Schaufel an Kopp!!! Kannsch da nur sage!!!!!  -.- *kopfschüttel*

Wow. Schön mal zu sehen, wie sehr einem die Menschen, die man als Freunde bezeichnet, wirklich vertrauen. Wirklich. Danke -.-

What is the human?

A few days ago I read a question. What is the "human"?

There were two answers. The scientific and the religious.

Short, the first answer has been written by a scientist. He started with the skelleton, the nervs, blood, different elements, the brain, heart, the whole organism. He said that the human itself is a creation of the nature. No more, no less.

The religious answer was that the human is the picture of god, made of his hands, made to protect the earth. He said the human is a creation of god. No more, no less.

This made me thoughtful. Is the human really no more and no less than the creation of the nature or god? Should this really be everything or is there more?

Now, I have thought of my own answer.

The scientists are right. The human body is made of a skelleton, the nervs, blood, different elements, the brain, heart, the whole organism.

But also the religious is right. The soul and spirit of the human is made by - I'm gonna call it - Someone. Either which religion a human belongs to there's always a someone who has made us. The Christs may call him God. The Muslims may call him Allah. The Jews may call him Jahwe. Indians may have called them Spirit. It is irrelevant. The soul is made of this Someones hands. It is... kind of an unrefind ore.

This body and this unrefined soul ore is what we start with. But I think that what the human really is made of is his experience. The refining is what he does. What has been done to him. What he survived, lived through. The scars, not necessarily on the outside, but inner scars. The memories he collected within this time.

I think this is what a human really is made of.