Point
8: Finde mich
Friday, half past one,
Luisenstrasse, Munich
saying a good bye
at the perfect place
at a street crossing
my
way her way
leads to the right to the left
towards home towards home
188 / 8240 kilometres away
direction
west / northwest
i don't
turn
i walk on
i let the tears fall down
The end. The hardest part at last. It should be
the other way round, starting with a goodbye and going from there to the hello.
But life has it different. Has it all different. That's one of the lessons
you learn when you travel. The one you learn over and over again.
Travel
is heartbreaking
For every hello, there is a goodbye
This
line, a friend once formed it, and it found its way into
my pages time and
again. It's a part of life's
a lonely road and part of templedreams.
And in the end, it's part of every journey.
The picture, I took it mainly because of the "Finde mich" - poster.
The words would almost be the same in English: "Find me". It reminded
me of Picasso: "Ich suche nicht, ich finde." - "I'm not searching,
I am finding."
Still,
I didn't feel like crossing the road to take a close-up of the poster. Or maybe
a part of me saw the bigger picture already, there, near the Obelisque, in the
museum quarter of Munich.
This
quarter, it carries more memories of goodbyes for me: the last time I have been
there was in September 2003. To meet a friend from Spain. To spent a day together.
Have a hello-beer at the Marienplatz. Visit the "Neue
Pinakothek" - the new museum for Modern Art. Take the subway to the Olympiacentre.
See the sun set over the old town. And say goodbye.
More
about that day: here.
And more about Munich, in a travelogue filled with pictures and moments shared
by said friend: here.
